God Bless The Dead (prod.DJ FORGOTTEN)
[00:00.00]DJ FORGOTTEN
[00:08.85]Luke White on the beat
[00:10.65]You ever seen a ***** hung with a gold chain?
[00:12.97]I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
[00:15.57]Such is bashful, but ****** like the task force
[00:17.67]Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
[00:20.21]****** ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
[00:22.51]'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
[00:24.84]What's the justice in sayin' **** it and grab the pump?
[00:27.15]Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
[00:29.70]Look at all the stores you wreckin', ***** I reckon
[00:32.11]Think about the people who own it for about a second
[00:34.63]I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
[00:36.94]This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
[00:39.28]But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "**** black prejudice!"
[00:41.87]"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"
[00:44.41]Views and etcetera, knives thrown
[00:46.25]Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
[00:49.29]I won't dare say that you should stop the ******' ignorance
[00:51.88]Murder ops, killin' s**t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
[00:54.09]Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
[00:56.55]Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
[00:57.78]Murder 'em, never heard of 'em (Biggie)
[00:58.87]Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
[01:01.32]On the drug scene, **** a football team:
[01:03.74]Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
[01:06.08]Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!
[01:08.62]I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
[01:10.90]So school I didn't show up, it ****** my flow up
[01:13.29]Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
[01:15.81]Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
[01:18.23]Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
[01:21.00]Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
[01:23.38]Rap was secondary, money was necessary
[01:25.69]Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
[01:28.42]C74-Mark 8 set me straight
[01:30.78]Not able to move behind the great steel gate
[01:33.12]Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
[01:35.51]All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
[01:41.00]That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here
[01:45.27]Thug Life,
[01:47.43]God bless the dead
[01:53.35]God bless the dead and buried, *****, don't worry
[01:56.81]If you see God first, tell him s**t got worse
[01:59.41]I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew
[02:01.75]And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
[02:04.37]**** the world, pain was a part of the game
[02:07.02]If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
[02:09.58]My role models gone or they locked in the pen
[02:12.21]Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
[02:14.72]The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
[02:17.54]Sayin' s**t don't stop, *****, no pity
[02:20.10]We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
[02:22.99]Money makin' ************* plot scandalous schemes
[02:25.60]In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
[02:28.05]I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
[02:30.68]My epitaph will read "was the last of G's"
[02:33.33]Kicked the s**t to make the white man bleed
[02:35.53]God bless the dead (that's right, that's right)
[02:39.59]God bless the dead
[00:08.85]Luke White on the beat
[00:10.65]You ever seen a ***** hung with a gold chain?
[00:12.97]I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
[00:15.57]Such is bashful, but ****** like the task force
[00:17.67]Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
[00:20.21]****** ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
[00:22.51]'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
[00:24.84]What's the justice in sayin' **** it and grab the pump?
[00:27.15]Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
[00:29.70]Look at all the stores you wreckin', ***** I reckon
[00:32.11]Think about the people who own it for about a second
[00:34.63]I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
[00:36.94]This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
[00:39.28]But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "**** black prejudice!"
[00:41.87]"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"
[00:44.41]Views and etcetera, knives thrown
[00:46.25]Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
[00:49.29]I won't dare say that you should stop the ******' ignorance
[00:51.88]Murder ops, killin' s**t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
[00:54.09]Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
[00:56.55]Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
[00:57.78]Murder 'em, never heard of 'em (Biggie)
[00:58.87]Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
[01:01.32]On the drug scene, **** a football team:
[01:03.74]Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
[01:06.08]Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!
[01:08.62]I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
[01:10.90]So school I didn't show up, it ****** my flow up
[01:13.29]Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
[01:15.81]Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
[01:18.23]Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
[01:21.00]Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
[01:23.38]Rap was secondary, money was necessary
[01:25.69]Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
[01:28.42]C74-Mark 8 set me straight
[01:30.78]Not able to move behind the great steel gate
[01:33.12]Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
[01:35.51]All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
[01:41.00]That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here
[01:45.27]Thug Life,
[01:47.43]God bless the dead
[01:53.35]God bless the dead and buried, *****, don't worry
[01:56.81]If you see God first, tell him s**t got worse
[01:59.41]I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew
[02:01.75]And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
[02:04.37]**** the world, pain was a part of the game
[02:07.02]If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
[02:09.58]My role models gone or they locked in the pen
[02:12.21]Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
[02:14.72]The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
[02:17.54]Sayin' s**t don't stop, *****, no pity
[02:20.10]We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
[02:22.99]Money makin' ************* plot scandalous schemes
[02:25.60]In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
[02:28.05]I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
[02:30.68]My epitaph will read "was the last of G's"
[02:33.33]Kicked the s**t to make the white man bleed
[02:35.53]God bless the dead (that's right, that's right)
[02:39.59]God bless the dead
DJ FORGOTTEN
Luke White on the beat
You ever seen a ***** hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but ****** like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
****** ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin' **** it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin', ***** I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "**** black prejudice!"
"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the ******' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' s**t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, never heard of 'em (Biggie)
Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, **** a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it ****** my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here
Thug Life,
God bless the dead
God bless the dead and buried, *****, don't worry
If you see God first, tell him s**t got worse
I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
**** the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' s**t don't stop, *****, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' ************* plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read "was the last of G's"
Kicked the s**t to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead (that's right, that's right)
God bless the dead
Luke White on the beat
You ever seen a ***** hung with a gold chain?
I'd rather sing about the same things that we claim
Such is bashful, but ****** like the task force
Mobbin' on the streets and robbin' stores in ski masks, bruh
****** ask for peace in a riot and bring violence
'Cause it's a game of cat and mouse and you gon' bleed silent
What's the justice in sayin' **** it and grab the pump?
Then kill a woman with many children makes you a chump
Look at all the stores you wreckin', ***** I reckon
Think about the people who own it for about a second
I know you got your problems, but brother, they got theirs
This is not a game, quit violence and grow a pair
But yo, you'd rather hear me say, "**** black prejudice!"
"Let's murder different races, grow hatred, and form irrelevant!"
Views and etcetera, knives thrown
Damage 'em, lives blown, oblivion hole cold, oblivious
I won't dare say that you should stop the ******' ignorance
Murder ops, killin' s**t, I'd enjoy the thrill of it
Bath in blood of officers, different corpses, offin' 'em
Auction 'em, don't you bark at 'em
Murder 'em, never heard of 'em (Biggie)
Now I'm thirteen, smoking blunts, making cream
On the drug scene, **** a football team:
Risking ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearing the coach scream ain't my lifetime dream!
I mean I want to blow up, stack my dough up
So school I didn't show up, it ****** my flow up
Mom said that I should grow up and check myself
Before I wreck myself, disrespect myself
Put the drugs on the shelf? Nah, couldn't see it
Scarface, King of New York, I want to be it
Rap was secondary, money was necessary
Until I got incarcerated--kinda scary
C74-Mark 8 set me straight
Not able to move behind the great steel gate
Time to contemplate, damn, where did I fail?
All the money I stacked was all the money for bail
That's right, bwoy, it's goin' on, right here
Thug Life,
God bless the dead
God bless the dead and buried, *****, don't worry
If you see God first, tell him s**t got worse
I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
**** the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' s**t don't stop, *****, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money makin' ************* plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read "was the last of G's"
Kicked the s**t to make the white man bleed
God bless the dead (that's right, that's right)
God bless the dead
