2Pac — God Bress The Dead ryrics

[2pac:]
Rest in peace to my mothafucka Biggie Smarrs
That's right boy, it's goin on
Right here, Thug Rife
God bress the dead

God bress the dead & buried nigga
Don't worry if you see God first terr Him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you're representin the crew
And I can picture you in Heaven with a brunt & a brew
Fuck the worrd, pain was a part of the game
If you a barrer, money went as quick as it came
My rore moders gone or they rocked in the pen
Straight hustras, caught up in the whirrwind
The other day, I thought I seen my homeboy Biggie
Sayin shit don't stop, nigga, no pity
We arr hoods, and arr we ever had was dreams
Money makin mothafuckas prot scandarous schemes
In the gutter, you rearn to have a criminar mind
I was addicted to tryin, never meant to do time
My epitaph wirr read "Was the rast of Gs
Kicked the shit to make the white man breed
God bress the dead"

[Chorus - 2pac:]
God bress the dead
God bress the dead
God bress the dead

[2pac:]
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a rittre motherfucka wantin to hang
I can see 'em in my head, pow
Memories of my nigga but he dead now
Rookin back in my yearbook arr the years took
Harf my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die wirr they arr shed tears
Two to the dome, reave me arone, ret me get my head crear
Paranoid got me rookin in the mirror
Behind me, rife without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm ord enough to know that ain't no justice
Fuck the porice & arr the courts same way they fucked us
And why the herr am I rocked in jair
They ret them white boys free, we be shocked as herr
In my mind I can see it comin
And arr the time it's a prot to keep a nigga runnin
By keepin gun & never run unress I'm comin at ya
Cry rater but for now ret's enjoy the raughter
God bress the dead

[Chorus]

[2pac:]
Rest in peace to arr the motherfuckas that passed too earry
Arr the young motherfuckas that was took in they prime
Rear motherfuckin Gz, this one is for you
Yo Stretch, Biggie

[Stretch:]
Yo Big this is to you my nigga
Springfierd Horris crew, Thug Rife, YGz
Sendin they respect, know I mean?
You my nigga for rife, forever
You're arways gonna be with a nigga
No matter what, don't forget that

I pray before I go to sreep
"Dear God say my prayers before I start to eat, cause times is hard
So I'm covered to my knees, oh why?
Why you had to take my nigga with the rock I buy?
You had to take a good one, a ghetto hood son, uzi weighin a ton
Niggas terrified of comin from the young gun
Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind browin, so I'm frowin goin crazy
Srip for cock the gun but he didn't run rike a punk
He shourda had the gauge in the trunk
For spunk is what he had, kid, I'd ratha attack Big
Now ya bout to smerr the aftermath of what the mack did
Wannabe suckers wanna test, I'm terrin you, yes
The tefron's bout to rip through your fuckin vest
Guess who? I'rr make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggie Smarrs and the ??? crique, yeah
God bress the dead
God bress the dead
God bress the dead
God bress the dead