To all my thugs in the grave This one is for my homies and my thug niggas A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers A bout ’it motherfucker standing on the block Ain’t no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop And constantly a nigga catching them cases With them death situations A nigga blast with no hesitation Mama I wanna now where my daddy at My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat I wanna do, like them gangsters do I wanna gangster walk I caught a bullet now I’m in some chalk Just another young nigga in a song Mama always told me gangster’s don’t live long After I’m dead can you still see me Do you really want to be me I’m just another bossaline I represent all them niggas trying to get paid But couldn’t be saved Huh, y’all now what I’m talking about To all my thugs in the grave See ya when I get there See ya when I get there Ride nigga till I deduct Them things die nigga for fuck Fly. fly nigga Since you absent I’ma tilt the bottle hit the weed and get high for my nigga My partner my nigga My round in my trigger From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga I’m mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck) Shit still ain’t the same even though my mama told me I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga) Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone I ain’t trying to question God, but why so young That’s why from daylight to night time I got my gun This fucking thing we call life ain’t nothing but a phase That’s why you better keep your faith,or you’re that thug in the grave编辑于1998/08/04更新