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See Ya When I Get There
C-Murder
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To all my thugs in the grave
This one for my homies and my thug niggas
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
About it motherfuckers standin' on the block
Ain't no limit to his heart, 'cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a nigga catchin' new cases
When in death situations a nigga blast with no hesitation
Mama, I wanna know where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
I wanna do like them gangstas do, I wanna gangsta walk
I caught a bullet, now I'm in some chalk
Just another young nigga in a song
Mama always told me gangstas don't live long
After I'm dead can you still see me?
Do you really wanna be me? I'm just another Bossalini
I represent all them niggas tryin' to get paid but couldn't be saved
Huh, y'all know what I'm talkin' about
To all my thugs in the grave
See you when I get there, I'll see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See you when I get there, yeah, see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
Yeah, see you when I get there, yeah, see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
Yeah, see you when I get there, yeah, see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
B-b-bang-bang, ride niggas
D-duck them thangs, die niggas
F-f-f-fly-fly niggas
Since yo' absence I'ma tilt the bottle
Hit the weed and get high for my nigga
My potna, my nigga, my round and my trigga
From the lil' shit I remember you was a down ass nigga, fuck
I'm mad I missed the shit you coulda showed me
Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me
I keep yo' memories in my endeavors, nigga
Thank you for bein' my daddy, thank you for what you left us
Gonna protect it, only way to carry on is to carry on
My nigga Lil' Mike, my nigga G Slim, and my cousin Larry gone
I ain't tryin' to question God, but why so young?
That's why from daylight to night time, I got my gun
This fuckin' thing we call life ain't nothin' but a phase
That's why you better keep yo' faith so you're that thug in the grave
To all my thugs in the grave
See you when I get there, yeah, see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See you when I get there, yeah, see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
I'll see you when I get there, yeah, I'll see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
Yeah, I'll see you when I get there
Yeah, I'll see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
Rest in peace, khakis creased from the Eastside of Long Beach
Pourin' out liquor, thinkin' about my homies
'Cause I can't understand how it went down
We used to clown from town to town, claimin' Dogg Pound
Took you on Lollapalooza with a nigga
L Dogg, you my nigga, if you don't get no bigger
Spanky Loco from the dub, and Little Man from the I
Dear God, why them good niggas have to die?
I can't reminisce too long 'cause I'm in a war zone
If I sleep, slip, trip, I might get blasted on
So I'ma mash on home, but on the way, I see some of my enemies
And they trippin' on me 'cause I'm fuckin' with Master P
But I'm heated, so beat it
And another '87 case, I really don't need it, proceed
I ain't gon' cry for the homie, shit, we gon' celebrate
'Cause we know the homeboy in a safer and better place, rest in peace
To all my thugs in the grave
I'll see you when I get there, yeah, I'll see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
I'll see you when I get there, yeah, I'll see you when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
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