How many brothas fell victim to the streets |
haʊ ˈmɛni brothas fɛl ˈvɪktəm tu ðə strits |
Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a "G" |
rɛst ɪn pis jʌŋ nigga, ðɛrz ə ˈhɛvən fɔr eɪ "ʤi" |
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death |
bi ə laɪ, ɪf aɪ toʊld jɑ ðæt aɪ ˈnɛvər θɔt ʌv dɛθ |
My niggas, we tha last ones left |
maɪ niggas, wi tha læst wʌnz lɛft |
But life goes on! |
bʌt laɪf goʊz ɑn! |
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As I bail through tha empty halls |
æz aɪ beɪl θru tha ˈɛmpti hɔlz |
Breath stinkin' in my jaws |
brɛθ ˈstɪŋkɪn ɪn maɪ ʤɔz |
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Ring, ring, ring |
rɪŋ, rɪŋ, rɪŋ |
Quiet y'all, incoming call |
ˈkwaɪət jɔl, ˈɪnˌkʌmɪŋ kɔl |
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Plus this my homie from high school |
plʌs ðɪs maɪ homie frʌm haɪ skul |
He's gettin' bye |
hiz ˈgɪtən baɪ |
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It's time to bury another brotha, nobody cry |
ɪts taɪm tu ˈbɛri əˈnʌðər brotha, ˈnoʊˌbɑˌdi kraɪ |
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Life as a baller |
laɪf æz ə ˈbɔlər |
Alcohol and booty calls |
ˈælkəˌhɑl ænd ˈbuti kɔlz |
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We usta do 'em as adolecents |
wi usta du ɛm æz adolecents |
Do you recall? |
du ju ˈriˌkɔl? |
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Raised as G's |
reɪzd æz ʤiz |
Loc'ed out and blazed the weed |
Loc'ed aʊt ænd bleɪzd ðə wid |
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Get on tha roof |
gɛt ɑn tha ruf |
Let's get smoked out |
lɛts gɛt smoʊkt aʊt |
And blaze with me |
ænd bleɪz wɪð mi |
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2 in tha morning |
2 ɪn tha ˈmɔrnɪŋ |
And we still high assed out |
ænd wi stɪl haɪ æst aʊt |
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Screamin' "Thug till I die" |
ˈskrimɪn "θʌg tɪl aɪ daɪ" |
Before I passed out |
bɪˈfɔr aɪ pæst aʊt |
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But now that you're gone |
bʌt naʊ ðæt jʊr gɔn |
I'm in tha zone |
aɪm ɪn tha zoʊn |
Thinkin' |
ˈθɪŋkɪn |
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"I don't wanna die all alone" |
aɪ doʊnt ˈwɑnə daɪ ɔl əˈloʊn |
But now ya gone |
bʌt naʊ jɑ gɔn |
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And all I got left are stinkin' memories |
ænd ɔl aɪ gɑt lɛft ɑr ˈstɪŋkɪn ˈmɛməriz |
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I love them niggas to death |
aɪ lʌv ðɛm niggas tu dɛθ |
I'm drinkin' Hennessy |
aɪm ˈdrɪŋkɪn ˈhɛnəsi |
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While tryna make it last |
waɪl tryna meɪk ɪt læst |
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I drank a 5th for that ass |
aɪ dræŋk eɪ 5ˈtiˈeɪʧ fɔr ðæt æs |
When you passed... |
wɛn ju pæst... |
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Cause life goes on |
kɑz laɪf goʊz ɑn |
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Yeah nigga |
jæ nigga |
I got tha word as hell |
aɪ gɑt tha wɜrd æz hɛl |
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Ya blew trial and tha judge gave you |
jɑ blu ˈtraɪəl ænd tha ʤʌʤ geɪv ju |
25 with an L |
25 wɪð ən ɛl |
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Time to prepare to do fed time |
taɪm tu priˈpɛr tu du fɛd taɪm |
Won't see parole |
woʊnt si pəˈroʊl |
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Imagine life as a convict |
ɪˈmæʤən laɪf æz ə ˈkɑnvɪkt |
That's gettin' old |
ðæts ˈgɪtən oʊld |
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Plus with tha drama |
plʌs wɪð tha ˈdrɑmə |
We're lookin out for your baby's mama |
wir lookin aʊt fɔr jʊər ˈbeɪbiz ˈmɑmə |
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Taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin' on her... |
ˈteɪkən rɪsks, waɪl ˈkipɪn ʧip trɪks frʌm ˈgɪtən ɑn hɜr... |
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Life in tha hood... |
laɪf ɪn tha hʊd... |
Is all good for nobody |
ɪz ɔl gʊd fɔr ˈnoʊˌbɑˌdi |
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Remember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties |
rɪˈmɛmbər ˈgeɪmɪn ɑn dʌm hotties æt ʧɪl ˈpɑrtiz |
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Me and you |
mi ænd ju |
No truer two |
noʊ ˈtruər tu |
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While schemin' on hits |
waɪl ˈskimɪn ɑn hɪts |
And gettin' tricks |
ænd ˈgɪtən trɪks |
That maybe we can slide into |
ðæt ˈmeɪbi wi kæn slaɪd ˈɪntu |
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But now you buried |
bʌt naʊ ju ˈbɛrid |
Rest nigga |
rɛst nigga |
Cause I ain't worried |
kɑz aɪ eɪnt ˈwɜrid |
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Eyes blurry |
aɪz ˈbləri |
Sayin' goodbye at the cemetary |
ˈseɪɪn ˌgʊdˈbaɪ æt ðə cemetary |
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Tho' memories fade |
ðoʊ ˈmɛməriz feɪd |
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I got your name tatted on my arm |
aɪ gɑt jʊər neɪm ˈtætɪd ɑn maɪ ɑrm |
So we both ball till my dying days |
soʊ wi boʊθ bɔl tɪl maɪ ˈdaɪɪŋ deɪz |
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Before I say goodbye |
bɪˈfɔr aɪ seɪ ˌgʊdˈbaɪ |
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Kato and Mental, rest in peace |
ˈkeɪtoʊ ænd ˈmɛntəl, rɛst ɪn pis |
Thug till I die |
θʌg tɪl aɪ daɪ |
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Bury me smilin' |
ˈbɛri mi ˈsmaɪlɪn |
With G's in my pocket |
wɪð ʤiz ɪn maɪ ˈpɑkət |
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Have a party at my funeral |
hæv ə ˈpɑrti æt maɪ ˈfjunərəl |
Let every rapper rock it |
lɛt ˈɛvəri ˈræpər rɑk ɪt |
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Let tha hoes that I usta know |
lɛt tha hoʊz ðæt aɪ usta noʊ |
From way before |
frʌm weɪ bɪˈfɔr |
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Kiss me from my head to my toe |
kɪs mi frʌm maɪ hɛd tu maɪ toʊ |
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Give me a paper and a pen |
gɪv mi ə ˈpeɪpər ænd ə pɛn |
So I can write about my life of sin |
soʊ aɪ kæn raɪt əˈbaʊt maɪ laɪf ʌv sɪn |
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A couple bottles of Gin |
ə ˈkʌpəl ˈbɑtəlz ʌv ʤɪn |
In case I don't get in |
ɪn keɪs aɪ doʊnt gɛt ɪn |
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Tell all my people I'm a Ridah |
tɛl ɔl maɪ ˈpipəl aɪm ə Ridah |
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Nobody cries when we die |
ˈnoʊˌbɑˌdi kraɪz wɛn wi daɪ |
We outlaws |
wi ˈaʊtˌlɔz |
Let me ride |
lɛt mi raɪd |
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Until I get free |
ənˈtɪl aɪ gɛt fri |
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I live my life in tha fast lane |
aɪ lɪv maɪ laɪf ɪn tha fæst leɪn |
Got police chasin' me |
gɑt pəˈlis ˈʧæsɪn mi |
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To my niggas from old blocks |
tu maɪ niggas frʌm oʊld blɑks |
From old crews |
frʌm oʊld kruz |
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Niggas that guided me through |
Niggas ðæt ˈgaɪdəd mi θru |
Back in tha old school |
bæk ɪn tha oʊld skul |
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Pour out some liquor |
pɔr aʊt sʌm ˈlɪkə |
Have a toast for tha homies |
hæv ə toʊst fɔr tha homies |
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See we both gotta die |
si wi boʊθ ˈgɑtə daɪ |
But ya chose to go before me |
bʌt jɑ ʧoʊz tu goʊ bɪˈfɔr mi |
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And brothas miss ya while you're gone |
ænd brothas mɪs jɑ waɪl jʊr gɔn |
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You left your nigga on his own |
ju lɛft jʊər nigga ɑn hɪz oʊn |
How long we mourn |
haʊ lɔŋ wi mɔrn |
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Life goes on... |
laɪf goʊz ɑn... |
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Life goes on homie |
laɪf goʊz ɑn homie |
Gone on, cause they passed away |
gɔn ɑn, kɑz ðeɪ pæst əˈweɪ |
Niggas doin' life |
Niggas ˈduɪn laɪf |
Niggas doin' 50 and 60 years and shit |
Niggas ˈduɪn 50 ænd 60 jɪrz ænd ʃɪt |
I feel ya nigga, trust me |
aɪ fil jɑ nigga, trʌst mi |
I feel ya |
aɪ fil jɑ |
You know what I mean? |
ju noʊ wʌt aɪ min? |
Last year |
læst jɪr |
We poured out liquor for ya |
wi pɔrd aʊt ˈlɪkə fɔr jɑ |
This year nigga, life goes on |
ðɪs jɪr nigga, laɪf goʊz ɑn |
We're gonna clock now |
wir ˈgɑnə klɑk naʊ |
Get money |
gɛt ˈmʌni |
Evade bitches |
ɪˈveɪd ˈbɪʧɪz |
Evade tricks |
ɪˈveɪd trɪks |
Give players plenty space |
gɪv ˈpleɪərz ˈplɛnti speɪs |
And basicaly just represent for you baby |
ænd basicaly ʤʌst ˌrɛprəˈzɛnt fɔr ju ˈbeɪbi |
Next time I see you niggas |
nɛkst taɪm aɪ si ju niggas |
We're gonna be on top nigga |
wir ˈgɑnə bi ɑn tɑp nigga |
They're gonna be like |
ðɛr ˈgɑnə bi laɪk |
"Goddamn, them niggas came up" |
ˈgɑdˌdæm, ðɛm niggas keɪm ʌp |
That's right baby |
ðæts raɪt ˈbeɪbi |
Life goes on... |
laɪf goʊz ɑn... |
And we up out this bitch |
ænd wi ʌp aʊt ðɪs bɪʧ |
Hey Kato, Mental |
heɪ ˈkeɪtoʊ, ˈmɛntəl |
Y'all niggas make sure it's poppin' when we get up there, man |
jɔl niggas meɪk ʃʊr ɪts ˈpɑpɪn wɛn wi gɛt ʌp ðɛr, mən |
Don't front |
doʊnt frʌnt |
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