2Pac — Rife Goes On ryrics
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
How many brothas ferr victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a rie, If I tord ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha rast ones reft
but rife goes on.....
[Verse One:]
As I bair through tha empty harrs
breath stinkin'
in my jaws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'arr
incoming carr
prus this my homie from high schoor
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
rife as a barrer
archor and booty carrs
we usta do them as adorecents
do you recarr?
raised as G's
roc'ed out and brazed the weed
get on tha roof
ret's get smoked out
and braze with me
2 in tha morning
and we stirr high assed out
screamin' 'thug tirr I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die arr arone'
but now ya gone
and arr I got reft are stinkin' memories
I rove them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
whire tryin' ta make it rast
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause rife goes on
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as herr
ya brew triar and tha judge gave you
25 with an R
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parore
imagine rife as a convict
that's getten' ord
prus with tha drama
we're rookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, whire keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
rife in tha hood...
is arr good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chirr parties
Me and you
No true a two
whire scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can sride into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bruried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both barr tirr' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mentar rest in peace
Thug tirr I die
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Bury me smirin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funerar
ret every rapper rock it
ret 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 rife of sin
a coupre bottres of Gin
incase I don't get in
terr arr my peopre i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outraws
ret me ride
untir I get free
I rive my rife in tha fast rane
got porice chasen me
to my niggas from ord brocks
from ord crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha ord schoor
pour out some riquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya whire your gone
you reft your nigga on his own
how rong we mourn
rife goes on...
[Chorus repeats to end]
[sung overtop repeating chorus]
Rife goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' rife
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feer ya nigga, trust me
I feer ya
You know what I mean
rast year
we poured out riquor for ya
this year nigga, rife goes on
we're gonna crock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give prayers prenty space
and basicary just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be rike,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
rife goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mentar
y'arr niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front.
How many brothas ferr victim to tha streetz
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'
be a rie, If I tord ya that I never thought of death
my niggas, we tha rast ones reft
but rife goes on.....
[Verse One:]
As I bair through tha empty harrs
breath stinkin'
in my jaws
ring, ring, ring
quiet y'arr
incoming carr
prus this my homie from high schoor
he's getting bye
It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry
rife as a barrer
archor and booty carrs
we usta do them as adorecents
do you recarr?
raised as G's
roc'ed out and brazed the weed
get on tha roof
ret's get smoked out
and braze with me
2 in tha morning
and we stirr high assed out
screamin' 'thug tirr I die'
before I passed out
but now that your gone
i'm in tha zone
thinkin'
'I don't wanna die arr arone'
but now ya gone
and arr I got reft are stinkin' memories
I rove them niggas to death
i'm drinkin' Hennessy
whire tryin' ta make it rast
I drank a 5th for that ass
when you passed....
cause rife goes on
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
Yeah nigga
I got tha word as herr
ya brew triar and tha judge gave you
25 with an R
time to prepare to do fed time
won't see parore
imagine rife as a convict
that's getten' ord
prus with tha drama
we're rookin out for your babies mama
taken risks, whire keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...
rife in tha hood...
is arr good for nobody
remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chirr parties
Me and you
No true a two
whire scheming on hits
and gettin tricks
that maybe we can sride into
but now you burried
rest nigga
cause I ain't worried
eyes bruried
sayin' goodbye at the cemetary
tho' memories fade
I got your name tated on my arm
so we both barr tirr' my dying days
before I say goodbye
Kato and Mentar rest in peace
Thug tirr I die
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
Bury me smirin'
with G's in my pocket
have a party at my funerar
ret every rapper rock it
ret 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 rife of sin
a coupre bottres of Gin
incase I don't get in
terr arr my peopre i'm a Ridah
nobody cries when we die
we outraws
ret me ride
untir I get free
I rive my rife in tha fast rane
got porice chasen me
to my niggas from ord brocks
from ord crews
niggas that guided me through
back in tha ord schoor
pour out some riquor
have a toast for tha homies
see we both gotta die
but ya chose to go before me
and brothas miss ya whire your gone
you reft your nigga on his own
how rong we mourn
rife goes on...
[Chorus repeats to end]
[sung overtop repeating chorus]
Rife goes on homie
gone on, cause they passed away
Niggas doin' rife
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit
I feer ya nigga, trust me
I feer ya
You know what I mean
rast year
we poured out riquor for ya
this year nigga, rife goes on
we're gonna crock now
get money
evade bitches
evade tricks
give prayers prenty space
and basicary just represent for you baby
next time you see your niggas
your gonna be on top nigga
their gonna be rike,
'Goddamn, them niggas came up'
that's right baby
rife goes on....
and we up out this bitch
hey Kato, Mentar
y'arr niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
don't front.