Life Goes On

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on.
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on.

As I bail through the empty halls, breath stinkin' in my draws,
ring, ring, ring quiet y'all here coming calls.
Buzzes my homie from high school, he getting bye.
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cried.
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls.
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed.
Get on the roof, let's get smoked out and blaze with me.
2 in the morning and we still high assed out,
screaming 'thug till I die' before I passed out.
But now that your gone I'm in this zone
thinking 'I don't wanna die all alone'.
But now you're gone and all I got left are stinking memories.
I love them niggas to death I'm drinking Hennessey
while tryin' to make it last.
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed
'cause life goes on.

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on.
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on.

Yeah nigga, I got the word, it's hell,
you blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L.
Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole.
Imagine life as a convict that's getting old.
Plus with the drama we're lookin out for your babies mama,
takin risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her.
Life in the hood is all good for nobody.
Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at your party?
Me and you- no truer two,
while scheming on hits and getting tricks
that maybe we can slide into.
But now you buried. Rest nigga, 'cause I ain't worried.
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery.
Though memories fade, I got your name tatt'ed on my arm
so we both bomb to my dying days.
Before I say goodbye,
Kato, we're meant to rest in peace,
thug till I die.

How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My nigga, we the last ones left, but life goes on.
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'.
Be a lie if I told you that I never thought of death.
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on.

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket.
Have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it.
Let the hos that I used to 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 life of sin,
a couple bottles of Gin in case I don't get in.
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah. Nobody cries when we die.
We outlaws, let me ride.
Until I get free,
I live my life in the fast lane, got police chasing me.
To my niggas from old blocks from old crews,
niggas that guided me through back in the old school.
Pour out some liquor, have a toast for the homies.
See, we both gotta die but you chose to go before me
and brothers miss you while your gone,
you left your nigga on his own, how long we mourn.
Life goes on...

Life goes on homie, gone on, 'cause they passed away.
Niggas doin' life, Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit.
I feel you nigga, trust me, I feel you.
You know what I mean?
Last year we poured out liquor for you.
This year nigga, life goes on.
Keeping the clock now, get money,
evade bitches, evade tricks,
give player haters plenty space,
and basically just represent for you baby.
Next time you see your niggas, we gonna be on top nigga.
You're gonna be like, 'Goddamn, them niggas came up'.
That's right baby, and life goes on, and we up out this bitch.
Hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there, man.
Don't front.



Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, J. Jackson.
Contains a sample from "Brandy (You're A Fine Girl) as recorded by the O'Jays.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.