Mourn You Till I Join You Testo

Testo Mourn You Till I Join You

Voice 2Pac:It's gonna be alright You gotta believe dat[Treach]dear god times are changing and the weather got hotover the past year a lot of niggas went pop dropso i thank you for my life and all that i goti wanna praise you and drop off a message to Paci was sitten here lookin at your picture my niggaputtin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqourwe can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit i can't figurenigga i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha'it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed downdoesn't even seem like 7 years passedboth rodies now homies out the hood on the sceneyou did the humpty with the u i did the walk wit the queenwas a dream smokin and drinkin ?Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums? the flip up make them lift they shit upget it the get up lift the trix up and switch upthink of all the times that i rolled wit minemale groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodgethey was grindin with the good shine through they were on youjust know i'm gonna mourn you til i join youChorus: x2ashes to ashes and dust to dusti hope you here me now in god we trusteven all the prayers can't bring you back to usi'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch[Treach]we was two lil niggas both skinny and brokehappy if we scrap pennies for smokestours over we were out yeah and you called with the newsyou was over in ney york to film this movie called juicecalled you back you told me back up me and youand stretch could shack upthe thug luv back up the act up? callen for us cause they know we all kicked up dustyou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our ringsyou beat his ass then you spit in his facei remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewlsand big stretch punched him out his shoesback then i was taken stashes quick who holdinthats when every piece of bud i was rolen was stolenwe would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacksspit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemosyou was a wild motha fucka who could never sit stillsaid you wouldn't rest untill you saw a millnigga i felt youwe was back an forth burough to projects for fortsdamn i wish they knew how much you loved new yorkshit and can't nobody dis my niggamotha fuck that i miss my niggai'm a mourn you til i join youSpoken:You ain't got to worry about how long i'm gonna morn ya,I'm gonna keep your name on tha streetsChorus x2[Treach]i'm ya true mutherfucka thug nation alertkeep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirtthis shit hurts cause we went from poor to richyou're supposed to see alot more than thisthey brought you up locked you up when you did above the rimthey let you out you called us up we came as thugs againwe were here ah-ha rapist they shoutya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang boutyou was going through your stress while your enemies laughedain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no assfuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you diefuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lieda little time ticked by, my ho and I got rockedmy lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shotsoon as i get there i find Afeni urgin' methink i missed my baby, don't leave after surgeryso i'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me throughthinkin Pac hard head what the hell i'm a doso we kicked it as they stayed and i asked what you needyou say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weedso i asked you not to go over and over god knowsyou done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothesso we got over that, you held up got locked? they had you caged when i stoppedyeah the chain remains plus you a part of my linkthey fucked up by givin you too much time to thinki remember your release and we met up in l.a.?at the ? gettin blazed hand me down with the hayafter that you blew up a made nigga platinum plusaddicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugsnow we in these savage ageseven yourself predicted that last night in vegasi heard gatz for ?my nigga once again damagedand a part of his heart right here in veniceat the same time you was both loved and fearedM.O.B. and fuckin thug of the yeari'm a mourn you til i join youchorus x2everybody:we'll mourn - that's what we'll dowe'll mourn - till we're with you