Goes On - 2Pac The Savior

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 jaws

Ring, ring, ring — quiet, y’all, incomin' call

Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin' by

It’s time to bury another brother, nobody cry

Life as a baller: alcohol and booty calls

We used to do 'em 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

Two in the morning and we still high, assed out

Screamin', «Thug 'til I die!»

before I passed out

But now that you’re gone, I’m in the zone

Thinkin' I don’t wanna die all alone, but now you gone

And all I got left are stinkin' memories

I love them niggas to death, I’m drinkin' Hennessy

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, and 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 gettin' old

Plus with the drama, we’re lookin' out for your baby’s 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 yo' party

Me and you, no truer two, while schemin' on hits

And gettin' tricks that maybe we can slide into

But now you buried — rest, nigga, 'cause I ain’t worried

Eyes blurry, sayin' goodbye at the cemetery

Though memories fade

I got your name tatted on my arm

So we both ball 'til my dyin' days

Before I say goodbye

Kato and Mental, rest in peace!

Thug 'til 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 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, 'cause 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 hoes that I used to know

From way befo' 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 Outlawz, let me ride

Until I get free

I live my life in the fast lane, got police chasin' 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 you gone

You left your nigga on his own;

how long we mourn?

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

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 ya

This year, nigga, life goes on, we’re gonna clock now

Get money, evade bitches, evade tricks

Give playa haters plenty of space

And basically just represent for you, baby

Next time you see your niggas, we gon' be on top, nigga

You gon' be like, «Goddamn, them niggas came up!»

That’s right, baby, 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

Life goes on

Hold me no more, hold me no more

Yes it do, yes it do, yes it do