[Chorus: repeat 2X]



How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz

Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'

be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death

my niggas, we tha last ones left

but life goes on.....



[Verse One:]



As I bail through tha empty halls

breath stinkin' 

in my jaws

ring, ring, ring

quiet y'all

incoming call

plus this my homie from high school

he's getting bye

It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry

life as a baller

alchol and booty calls

we usta do them as adolecents

do you recall?

raised as G's

loc'ed out and blazed the weed

get on tha roof 

let's get smoked out

and blaze with me

2 in tha morning

and we still high assed out

screamin' 'thug till I die'

before I passed out

but now that your gone

i'm in tha zone

thinkin'

'I don't wanna die all alone'

but now ya gone

and all I got left are stinkin' memories

I love them niggas to death

i'm drinkin' Hennessy

while tryin' ta make it last

I drank a 5th for that ass

when you passed....

cause life goes on



[Chorus]



[Verse Two:]



Yeah nigga

I got tha word as hell

ya blew trial and tha judge gave you

25 with an L

time to prepare to do fed time

won't see parole

imagine life as a convict

that's getten' old

plus with tha drama

we're lookin out for your babies mama

taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...

life in tha hood...

is all good for nobody

remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties

Me and you 

No true a two

while scheming on hits

and gettin tricks 

that maybe we can slide into 

but now you burried

rest nigga

cause I ain't worried

eyes bluried

sayin' goodbye at the cemetary

tho' memories fade

I got your name tated on my arm

so we both ball till' my dying days

before I say goodbye

Kato and Mental rest in peace

Thug till I die



[Chorus]



[Verse Three:]



Bury me smilin'

with G's in my pocket

have a party at my funeral

let every rapper rock it

let tha hoes that I usta know

from way before

kiss me from my head to my toe

give me a paper and a pen

so I can write about my life of sin

a couple bottles of Gin

incase I don't get in

tell all my people i'm a Ridah

nobody cries when we die

we outlaws

let me ride

until I get free

I live my life in tha fast lane

got police chasen me

to my niggas from old blocks 

from old crews

niggas that guided me through 

back in tha old school

pour out some liquor

have a toast for tha homies

see we both gotta die

but ya chose to go before me

and brothas miss ya while your gone

you left your nigga on his own

how long we mourn

life goes on...



[Chorus repeats to end]

[sung overtop repeating chorus]



Life goes on homie

gone on, cause they passed away

Niggas doin' life

Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit

I feel ya nigga, trust me

I feel ya

You know what I mean

last year

we poured out liquor for ya

this year nigga, life goes on

we're gonna clock now

get money

evade bitches

evade tricks

give players plenty space

and basicaly just represent for you baby

next time you see your niggas

your gonna be on top nigga

their gonna be like,

'Goddamn, them niggas came up'

that's right baby

life goes on....

and we up out this bitch

hey Kato, Mental

y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there

don't front.