It's gonna be alright, you betta believe dat
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of niggas went prop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure Nigga I miss ya just know I'm blowin more til I'm wit cha'
it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we macked down don't even seem like 7 years passed
both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene you did the humpty with the you I did the walk wit the queen
was a dream smokin and drinkin through our diems Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
Found those and flip 'em make them lift they shit up get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up
pick up all the dimes that I rolled was mine male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
they was blinded when the good shined through they were on you. Just know I'm gonna mourn you til I join you
ashes to ashes and dust to dust I hope you hear me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring you back to us I'll mourn you til I join you plus I'll keep in touch
we were two lil niggas both skinny and broke happy if we scrap pennies for smoke
tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news. You was over in New York to film this movie called juice
called you back up you told me pack up Me and you and Stretch could shack up
the thug luv back up the act up Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust
You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE. We beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels and Big Stretch punched him out his shoes
Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin That's when every piece of bud I was rollin was stolen
we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks spit the imos over demos thinkin ladies and limos
yous a wild motherfucker who could never sit still said you wouldn't rest til you seen a mill
nigga I felt you we was back and forth from borough to projects with forts
damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
motha fuck that I miss my nigga i'm a mourn you til I join you
You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya. I'm gonna keep your name on the street
ashes to ashes and dust to dust I hope you hear me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring you back to us I'll mourn you til I join you plus I'll keep in touch
ashes to ashes and dust to dust I hope you hear me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til I join you plus i'll keep in touch
I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
this shit hurt cause we went from poor to rich you're supposed to see a lot more than this
they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim they let you out you called us up we came and thugged again
we were here ah-ha rapist they shout y'all was talkin shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang bout
you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die fuck the courts fuck the judge and every bitch that lied
a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery
so I'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through thinkin Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
so we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need. You say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed
so I asked you not to go over and over god knows you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
so we got over that, you healed up got locked I dropped guys of LA that had you caged when I stopped
yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link they fucked up by givin you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in L.A. at the bill you gettin blazed hand me down with the hay
after that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
now we in these savage ages even you yourself predicted that last night in vegas
I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged and a part of his heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. the fuckin thug of the year
I'm a mourn you til I join you
ashes to ashes and dust to dust i hope you hear me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til I join you cause i'll keep in touch
ashes to ashes and dust to dust i hope you hear me now in god we trust
even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til I join you plus i'll keep in touch
we'll mourn - that's what we'll do we'll mourn - till we're with you