Текст песни 2Pac (Thug Life) f Nate Dogg - How Long Will They Mourn Me (extended ve
2Pac (Thug Life) f Nate Dogg - How Long Will They Mourn Me (extended ve слова песни
How long will they mourn meYeah! This for my nigga KatoIt`s still on niggaThug Life, Thugs for lifeHa Ha yeah, how long will they mourn meYeah nigga2Pac in this muthafucka(Tupac)All my homies drinking liquorTears in everybody`s eyes Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicideBut I can`t cry instead I`m just a shoulderDamn, why they take another soldierI load my clip before my eyes blurry, don`t worryI`ll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)Retaliate and pull a 187 do real niggas get to go to heaven ?How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin `G`Bitch don`t wanna die then don`t fuck with meIt`s kinda hard to be optimistic When your homies lying dead on the pavement twistedY`all don`t hear me doe, I`m trying hard to make amendsBut I`m losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn) They should`ve shot me when I was bornNow I`m trapped in the muthafuckin` stormHow long will they mourn me ?(Chorus)I wish it would have been anotherHow long will they mourn meHow long will they mourn my brother(Got them niggas all dead and shit)How long will they mourn meI wish it would have been another(Nate Dogg)How long will they mourn meHow long will they mourn my brother(Gotta keep this shit goin` on, Yo Syke)(Syke)How long will they mourn meEvery muthafuckin` day homieYou stayed down when tha other niggas didn`t know meFrom my heart to the trigga you my fuckin` niggaAnd things won`t be the same without ya niggaI remember kickin` back, you wanted to lackAnd goin` half on a muthafuckin` hundred sackSmokin` blunt after blunt and steady drinkin`Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin`Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?So confused not knowing which way to goI`m goin crazy and runnin` out of fuckin` timeI can`t take it, I`m losin` my fuckin` mindSo day after day ride after rideWe`ll hook up on the other sideWatch over your family and your newbornTill we meet again homieHow long will they mourn me ?(Chorus)I wish it would have been another(Yo Kato)How long will they mourn me(It`s still on nigga)How long will they mourn my brotherHow long will they mourn meI wish it would have been another(Yeah)How long will they mourn meHow long will they mourn my brother(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)(Rated R)Damn a nigga tired of feeling sadI`m tired of putting in workI`m tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earthI know soon one day I`ll be in the dirtAnd my peoples`ll be mournin`When they get a call from the coronerAll niggas can say is that`s fucked upAnd get tossed upReminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)Rest and love to my nigga KatoSee you in the crossroads real soonFor now let me pour out some brewI`ll be always thinkin` of ya homieRest in peaceHow long will they mourn me ?()Ya know life`s a fuckin` tripAnd everybody gotta goBut why the fuck it have to be my nigga KatoAnother nigga fell victim to the chromeIt`s enough to make you crazyIt`s fuckin` with my domeYa only live once on this earthA nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin` birthBut niggas say they down and they always be my homieBut when a nigga goneHow long will ya mourn me ?(Chorus)Yeah!I wish it would have been another(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)Yeah, how long will ya mourn meHow long will ya mourn my bother(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin` that shit, Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)I wish it would have been anotherYeah! How long will ya mourn meHow long will ya mourn my brother(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)How long will ya mourn meI wish it would have been anotherHow long will ya mourn my brother*New 2Pac Verse* So many, burried peers, throughout the years while pouring out liquor and beers for my homies that wasnt here. cant help but shed tearz at the cemetary makin me wonder if this loaded pistols neccesarry. even the preacher could see the pain in my mothers eyes. while walkin bye, cant help but sympathize when brothas die. maybe the pain will make the situation change. no murder for murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game. bullets blastin, time pass, brothas in masks retaliation is the aftermath. all that remains is a courpse rapped in plastic. call the mother tell her her babies in a casket. no love fo`em put his body in the grave even the pistols and all the prayers couldnt savem look how they played`em they should have murderd me when i was born. now im caught in the violence of the storm. how long will they mourn me.