It's gonna be alright  You gotta believe dat

 [Treach]
 dear god times are changing and the weather got hot
 over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
 so i thank you for my life and all that i got
 i wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
 i was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga
 puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
 we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit i can't figure
 nigga i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'
 it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
 doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
 both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
 you did the humpty with the u i did the walk wit the queen
 was a dream smokin and drinkin ?
 Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
 ? the flip up make them lift they shit up
 get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up
 think of all the times that i rolled wit mine
 male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
 they was grindin with the good shine through they were on you
 just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you

 Chorus: x2
 ashes to ashes and dust to dust
 i hope you here me now in god we trust
 even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
 i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch

 [Treach]
 we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke
 happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
 tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
 you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice
 called you back you told me back up me and you
 and stretch could shack up
 the thug luv back up the act up
 ? callen for us cause they know we all kicked up dust
 you remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our rings
 you beat his ass then you spit in his face
 i remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewls
 and big stretch punched him out his shoes
 back then i was taken stashes quick who holdin
 thats when every piece of bud i was rolen was stolen
 we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
 spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos
 you was a wild motha fucka who could never sit still
 said you wouldn't rest untill you saw a mill
 nigga i felt you
 we was back an forth burough to projects for forts
 damn i wish they knew how much you loved new york
 shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
 motha fuck that i miss my nigga
 i'm a mourn you til i join you

 Spoken:
 You ain't got to worry about how long i'm gonna morn ya,
 I'm gonna keep your name on tha streets

 Chorus x2

 [Treach]
 i'm ya true mutherfucka thug nation alert
 keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
 this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich
 you're supposed to see alot more than this
 they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
 they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
 we were here ah-ha rapist they shout
 ya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout
 you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
 ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
 fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
 fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied
 a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
 my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
 soon as i get there i find Afeni urgin' me
 think i missed my baby, don't leave after surgery
 so i'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through
 thinkin Pac hard head what the hell i'm a do
 so we kicked it as they stayed and i asked what you need
 you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed
 so i asked you not to go over and over god knows
 you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
 so we got over that, you held up got locked
 ? they had you caged when i stopped
 yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link
 they fucked up by givin you too much time to think
 i remember your release and we met up in l.a.?
 at the ? gettin blazed hand me down with the hay
 after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
 addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
 now we in these savage ages
 even yourself predicted that last night in vegas
 i heard gatz for ?
 my nigga once again damaged
 and a part of his heart right here in venice
 at the same time you was both loved and feared
 M.O.B. and fuckin thug of the year
 i'm a mourn you til i join you

 chorus x2

 everybody:
 we'll mourn - that's what we'll do
 we'll mourn - till we're with you