For all them young niggas that didn`t quite make itThis year to another yearSave the pain, I rememberTo all my thugs in the graveThis one is for my homies and my thug niggasA bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealersA `bout it motherfucker standing on the blockAin`t no limit to his heart, `cause his veins is non-stopAnd constantly a nigga catching them casesWith them death situationsA nigga blast with no hesitationMama I wanna know where my daddy atMy only memory is a picture with a chrome gatI wanna do, like them gangsters doI wanna gangster walk, I caught a bullet now I`m in some chalkJust another young nigga in a songMama always told me gangster`s don`t live longAfter I`m dead can you still see meDo you really want to be meI`m just another BossalineI represent all them niggas trying to get paidBut couldn`t be savedHuh, y`all now what I`m talking aboutTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveRide nigga till I deductThem things die nigga for fuck, fly, fly niggaSince you absent I`ma tilt the bottleHit the weed and get high for my niggaMy partner my nigga, my round in my triggerFrom the little shit I remember you was a down ass niggaI`m mad I missed shit you could have showed meShit still ain`t the same even though my mama told meI keep your memories in my endeavorsThank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left usI swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry onMy nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry goneI ain`t trying to question God, but why so youngThat`s why from daylight to night time I got my gunThis fucking thing we call life ain`t nothing but a phaseThat`s why you better keep your faith or you`re that thug in the graveTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveRest in peace khaki`s creasedFrom the east side of Long BeachPouring out liquor, thinking about my homie`Cause I can`t understand how it went downWe used to clown from town to townClaiming dogg poundTook you on Lollapalooza with a niggaL-Dog you my nigga if you don`t get no biggerSpanky Loco from the the dub and Little Man from the IDear God why them good niggas have to dieI can`t reminisce too long `cause I`m in a war zoneIf I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted onSo I`m gone mash on homeBut on the way I see some of my enemiesAnd they tripping on me`Cause I fuck with Master P but I`m heated, so beat itAnd another 87 case, I really don`t need itProceeded, I ain`t gone cry for the homieShit we gone celebrate`Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better placeTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get thereTo all my thugs in the graveI see ya when I get thereI see ya when I get there