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coleseums\n[Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up\nGet it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\nThink of all the times that I rolled wit mine\nMale groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\nThey was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\nJust know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nWe was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\nHappy if we scrap pennies for smokes\nTours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\nYou was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\nCalled you back up you told me pack up\nMe and you and stretch could shack up\nThe thug luv back up the act up\nShock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\nYou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\nYou beat his ass then you spit in his face\nI remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\nAnd Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\nBack then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\nThat's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\nWe would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\nSpit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\nYou was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\nSaid you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\nNigga I felt you\nWe was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\nDamn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\nShit and can't nobody dis my nigga\nMothafuck that I miss my nigga\nI'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\nYou ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\nI'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nI'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\nKeep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\nThis shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\nYou're supposed to see a lot more than this\n\nThey brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\nThey let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\nWe were here ah ha rapist they shout\nY'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n\nYou was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\nAin't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\nFuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\nFuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied\n\nA little time ticked by, my ho 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gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\nAnd a part of his heart right here in Venice\nAt the same time you was both loved and feared\nM.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\nI'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nWe'll mourn, that's what we'll do\nWe'll mourn, 'till we're with you","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat\n[00:16.04] Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot\n[00:17.88] Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop\n[00:19.62] So I thank you for my life and all that I got\n[00:22.35] I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac\n[00:25.06] I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga\n[00:27.71] Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor\n[00:30.55] We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\n[00:33.25] Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n[00:35.94] It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\n[00:38.69] Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed\n[00:41.34] Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\n[00:44.09] You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n[00:46.72] Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?\n[00:48.54] Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\n[00:52.18] [Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up\n[00:54.85] Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n[00:57.53] Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n[01:00.23] Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n[01:02.98] They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n[01:04.75] Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n[01:08.35] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[01:10.78] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[01:13.42] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[01:16.11] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[01:18.82] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[01:20.64] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[01:21.56] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[01:22.42] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[01:23.32] We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n[01:25.33] Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n[01:27.11] Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n[01:28.07] You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n[01:28.92] Called you back up you told me pack up\n[01:31.63] Me and you and stretch could shack up\n[01:33.43] The thug luv back up the act up\n[01:35.28] Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n[01:37.05] 'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n[01:39.79] You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n[01:42.44] You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n[01:44.39] I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n[01:47.97] And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n[01:51.58] Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n[01:53.38] That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n[01:56.00] We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n[01:58.73] Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n[02:00.57] You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\n[02:03.26] Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\n[02:05.96] Nigga I felt you\n[02:06.81] We was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n[02:08.65] Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\n[02:12.22] Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga\n[02:14.97] Mothafuck that I miss my nigga\n[02:15.82] I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n[02:23.15] You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\n[02:24.08] I'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n[02:24.93] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[02:25.89] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[02:28.55] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[02:30.36] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[02:33.01] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[02:35.79] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[02:38.48] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[02:41.19] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[02:43.81] I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\n[02:46.50] Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\n[02:49.22] This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\n[02:51.99] You're supposed to see a lot more than this\n[02:54.66] They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\n[02:57.32] They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\n[03:00.13] We were here ah ha rapist they shout\n[03:02.85] Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n[03:05.50] You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\n[03:08.21] Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\n[03:10.94] Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\n[03:13.60] Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied\n[03:16.34] A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked\n[03:19.02] My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot\n[03:20.87] Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me\n[03:23.51] Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery\n[03:26.23] So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\n[03:29.82] Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\n[03:31.63] So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\n[03:34.31] You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n[03:37.04] So I asked you not to go over and over God knows\n[03:39.88] You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n[03:42.50] So we got over that, you held up got locked\n[03:45.28] [Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped\n[03:47.98] Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my 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me now in God we trust\n[04:35.74] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[04:38.41] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[04:41.14] We'll mourn, that's what we'll do\n[04:47.47] We'll mourn, 'till we're with you\n[04:51.95] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: mourn you til i join you\n  artist: naughty by nature\n  album: mourn you til i join you cds\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 16040\n- text: Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot\n  start_ms: 16040\n  end_ms: 17880\n- text: Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop\n  start_ms: 17880\n  end_ms: 19620\n- text: So I thank you for my life and all that I got\n  start_ms: 19620\n  end_ms: 22350\n- text: I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac\n  start_ms: 22350\n  end_ms: 25060\n- text: I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga\n  start_ms: 25060\n  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Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\n  Called you back up you told me pack up\n  Me and you and stretch could shack up\n  The thug luv back up the act up\n  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n  'Cause they know we all 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God we trust\n[01:21.56] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[01:22.42] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[01:23.32] We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n[01:25.33] Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n[01:27.11] Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n[01:28.07] You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n[01:28.92] Called you back up you told me pack up\n[01:31.63] Me and you and stretch could shack up\n[01:33.43] The thug luv back up the act up\n[01:35.28] Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n[01:37.05] 'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n[01:39.79] You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n[01:42.44] You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n[01:44.39] I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n[01:47.97] And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n[01:51.58] Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n[01:53.38] That's when every piece of bud I 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wit a mixture of liquor\n  We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\n  Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n\n  It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\n  Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed\n  Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\n  You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n\n  Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?\n  Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\n  [Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up\n  Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\n  Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\n  Called you back up you told me pack up\n  Me and you and stretch could shack up\n  The thug luv back up the act up\n  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n  'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\n  You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n  You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n  I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n  And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\n  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n  Spit the emos over demos 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mixture of liquor\nWe can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\nNigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n\nIt was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\nDoesn't even seem like seven years passed\nBoth rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\nYou did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n\nWas a dream smokin' and drinkin?\nStealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\nFound hoes to the flip up make them lift they shit up\nGet it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\nThink of all the times that I rolled wit mine\nMale groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\nThey was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\nJust know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God 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still\nSaid you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\nNigga I felt you\nWe was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\nDamn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\nShit and can't nobody dis my nigga\nMothafuck that I miss my nigga\nI'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\nYou ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\nI'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nI'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\nKeep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\nThis shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\nYou're supposed to see a lot more than this\n\nThey brought you up locked you up when you did above the 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lights, they had you caged when I stopped\n\nYeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\nThey fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\nI remember your release and we met up in L.A?\nAt the billiard gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n\nAfter that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\nAddicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\nNow we in these savage ages\nEven yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n\nI heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\nAnd a part of his heart right here in Venice\nAt the same time you was both loved and feared\nM.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\nI'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nWe'll mourn, that's what we'll do\nWe'll mourn, 'till we're with you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mourn You 'Til I Join You (LP Version)\n  artist: Naughty By Nature\n  album: 'Rhino Hi-Five: Naughty By Nature'\n  duration_ms: 316629\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat\n  Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot\n  Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop\n  So I thank you for my life and all that I got\n  I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac\n\n  I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga\n  Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor\n  We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\n  Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n\n  It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\n  Doesn't even seem like seven years passed\n  Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\n  You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n\n  Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?\n  Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\n  Found hoes to the flip up make them lift they shit up\n  Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\n  Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\n  Called you back up you told me pack up\n  Me and you and stretch could shack up\n  The thug luv back up the act up\n  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n  'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\n  You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n  You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n  I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n  And big stretch punched him out his shoes\n\n  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n  Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\n  You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\n  Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\n  Nigga I felt you\n  We was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\n  Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\n  Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga\n  Mothafuck that I miss my nigga\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\n  I'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\n  Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\n  This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\n  You're supposed to see a lot more than this\n\n  They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\n  They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\n  We were here ah ha rapist they shout\n  Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n\n  You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\n  Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\n  Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\n  Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied\n\n  A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked\n  My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot\n  Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me\n  Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery\n\n  So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\n  Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\n  So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\n  You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n\n  So I asked you not to go over and over God knows\n  You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n  So we got over that, you healed up got locked\n  I dropped case about lights, they had you caged when I stopped\n\n  Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\n  They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\n  I remember your release and we met up in L.A?\n  At the billiard gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n\n  After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n  Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n  Now we in these savage ages\n  Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n\n  I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n  And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n  At the same time you was both loved and feared\n  M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We'll mourn, that's what we'll do\n  We'll mourn, 'till we're with 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the act up\nShock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\nYou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\nYou beat his ass then you spit in his face\nI remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\nAnd Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\nBack then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\nThat's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\nWe would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\nSpit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\nYou was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\nSaid you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\nNigga I felt you\nWe was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\nDamn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\nShit and can't nobody dis my nigga\nMothafuck that I miss my nigga\nI'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\nYou ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\nI'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here 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and I got rocked\nMy lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot\nSoon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me\nThink I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery\n\nSo I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\nThinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\nSo we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\nYou say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n\nSo I asked you not to go over and over God knows\nYou done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\nSo we got over that, you held up got locked\n[Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped\n\nYeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\nThey fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\nI remember your release and we met up in L.A.?\nAt the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n\nAfter that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\nAddicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\nNow we in these savage ages\nEven yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n\nI heard 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niggas went pop drop\n  So I thank you for my life and all that I got\n  I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac\n\n  I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga\n  Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor\n  We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\n  Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n\n  It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\n  Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed\n  Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\n  You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n\n  Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?\n  Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\n  [Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up\n  Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\n  Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\n  Called you back up you told me pack up\n  Me and you and stretch could shack up\n  The thug luv back up the act up\n  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n  'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\n  You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n  You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n  I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n  And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\n  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n  Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\n  You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\n  Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\n  Nigga I felt you\n  We was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\n  Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\n  Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga\n  Mothafuck that I miss my nigga\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\n  I'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\n  Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\n  This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\n  You're supposed to see a lot more than this\n\n  They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\n  They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\n  We were here ah ha rapist they shout\n  Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n\n  You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\n  Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\n  Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\n  Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied\n\n  A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked\n  My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot\n  Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me\n  Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery\n\n  So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\n  Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\n  So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\n  You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n\n  So I asked you not to go over and over God knows\n  You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n  So we got over that, you held up got locked\n  [Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped\n\n  Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\n  They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\n  I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?\n  At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n\n  After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n  Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n  Now we in these savage ages\n  Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n\n  I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n  And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n  At the same time you was both loved and feared\n  M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the 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in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nWe was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\nHappy if we scrap pennies for smokes\nTours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\nYou was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\nCalled you back up you told me pack up\nMe and you and stretch could shack up\nThe thug luv back up the act up\nShock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\nYou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\nYou beat his ass then you spit in his face\nI remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\nAnd Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\nBack then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\nThat's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\nWe would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\nSpit the emos over demos thinkin' 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You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n[03:42.50] So we got over that, you held up got locked\n[03:45.28] [Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped\n[03:47.98] Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\n[03:50.65] They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\n[03:53.34] I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?\n[03:56.09] At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n[03:58.74] After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n[04:01.41] Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n[04:04.19] Now we in these savage ages\n[04:06.85] Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n[04:09.52] I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n[04:13.12] And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n[04:14.94] At the same time you was both loved and feared\n[04:17.68] M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\n[04:20.34] I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n[04:21.38] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[04:23.05] I hope 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'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[01:18.82] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[01:20.64] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[01:21.56] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[01:22.42] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[01:23.32] We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n[01:25.33] Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n[01:27.11] Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n[01:28.07] You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n[01:28.92] Called you back up you told me pack up\n[01:31.63] Me and you and stretch could shack up\n[01:33.43] The thug luv back up the act up\n[01:35.28] Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n[01:37.05] 'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n[01:39.79] You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n[01:42.44] You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n[01:44.39] I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n[01:47.97] And Big Stretch punched 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'cause I'll keep in touch\n[02:33.01] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[02:35.79] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[02:38.48] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[02:41.19] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[02:43.81] I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\n[02:46.50] Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\n[02:49.22] This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\n[02:51.99] You're supposed to see a lot more than this\n[02:54.66] They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\n[02:57.32] They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\n[03:00.13] We were here ah ha rapist they shout\n[03:02.85] Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n[03:05.50] You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\n[03:08.21] Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\n[03:10.94] Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\n[03:13.60] Fuck the judge fuck the 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your release and we met up in L.A.?\n[03:56.34] At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n[03:59.51] After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n[04:02.15] Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n[04:05.08] Now we in these savage ages\n[04:07.43] Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n[04:10.46] I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n[04:13.35] And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n[04:15.89] At the same time you was both loved and feared\n[04:18.32] M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\n[04:20.46] I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n[04:21.87] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[04:23.65] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[04:25.97] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n[04:28.60] I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n[04:31.47] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n[04:34.13] I hope you here me now in God we trust\n[04:36.70] Even all the prayers can't bring you back to 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And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\n  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n  Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\n  You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\n  Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\n  Nigga I felt you\n  We was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\n  Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\n  Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga\n  Mothafuck that I miss my nigga\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\n  I'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the 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'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nAshes to ashes and dust to dust\nI hope you here me now in God we trust\nEven all the prayers can't bring you back to us\nI'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\nWe was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\nHappy if we scrap pennies for smokes\nTours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\nYou was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\nCalled you back up you told me pack up\nMe and you and stretch could shack up\nThe thug luv back up the act up\nShock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\nYou remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\nYou beat his ass then you spit in his face\nI remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\nAnd Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\nBack then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\nThat's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\nWe would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\nSpit the emos 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203510\n  end_ms: 206230\n- text: So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\n  start_ms: 206230\n  end_ms: 209820\n- text: Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\n  start_ms: 209820\n  end_ms: 211630\n- text: So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\n  start_ms: 211630\n  end_ms: 214310\n- text: You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n  start_ms: 214310\n  end_ms: 217040\n- text: So I asked you not to go over and over God knows\n  start_ms: 217040\n  end_ms: 219880\n- text: You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n  start_ms: 219880\n  end_ms: 222500\n- text: So we got over that, you held up got locked\n  start_ms: 222500\n  end_ms: 225280\n- text: '[Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped'\n  start_ms: 225280\n  end_ms: 227980\n- text: Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\n  start_ms: 227980\n  end_ms: 230650\n- text: They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\n  start_ms: 230650\n  end_ms: 233340\n- text: I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?\n  start_ms: 233340\n  end_ms: 236090\n- text: At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n  start_ms: 236090\n  end_ms: 238740\n- text: After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n  start_ms: 238740\n  end_ms: 241410\n- text: Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n  start_ms: 241410\n  end_ms: 244190\n- text: Now we in these savage ages\n  start_ms: 244190\n  end_ms: 246850\n- text: Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n  start_ms: 246850\n  end_ms: 249520\n- text: I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n  start_ms: 249520\n  end_ms: 253120\n- text: And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n  start_ms: 253120\n  end_ms: 254940\n- text: At the same time you was both loved and feared\n  start_ms: 254940\n  end_ms: 257680\n- text: M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\n  start_ms: 257680\n  end_ms: 260340\n- text: I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n  start_ms: 260340\n  end_ms: 261380\n- text: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  start_ms: 261380\n  end_ms: 263050\n- text: I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  start_ms: 263050\n  end_ms: 265840\n- text: Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  start_ms: 265840\n  end_ms: 267690\n- text: I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n  start_ms: 267690\n  end_ms: 270390\n- text: Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  start_ms: 270390\n  end_ms: 273060\n- text: I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  start_ms: 273060\n  end_ms: 275740\n- text: Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  start_ms: 275740\n  end_ms: 278410\n- text: I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n  start_ms: 278410\n  end_ms: 281140\n- text: We'll mourn, that's what we'll do\n  start_ms: 281140\n  end_ms: 287470\n- text: We'll mourn, 'till we're with you\n  start_ms: 287470\n  end_ms: 291950\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 291950\nplain: |-\n  It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat\n\n  Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot\n  Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop\n  So I thank you for my life and all that I got\n  I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac\n\n  I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga\n  Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor\n  We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure\n  Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'\n\n  It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down\n  Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed\n  Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene\n  You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen\n\n  Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?\n  Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums\n  [Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up\n  Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up\n\n  Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine\n  Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge\n  They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you\n  Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke\n  Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes\n  Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news\n  You was over in New York to film this movie called juice\n\n  Called you back up you told me pack up\n  Me and you and stretch could shack up\n  The thug luv back up the act up\n  Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss\n  'Cause they know we all kicked up dust\n\n  You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race\n  You beat his ass then you spit in his face\n  I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels\n  And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes\n\n  Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'\n  That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen\n  We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks\n  Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos\n\n  You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still\n  Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill\n  Nigga I felt you\n  We was back an forth borough to projects for forts\n\n  Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York\n  Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga\n  Mothafuck that I miss my nigga\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya\n  I'm gonna keep your name on the streets\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert\n  Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt\n  This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich\n  You're supposed to see a lot more than this\n\n  They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim\n  They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again\n  We were here ah ha rapist they shout\n  Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout\n\n  You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed\n  Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass\n  Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die\n  Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied\n\n  A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked\n  My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot\n  Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me\n  Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery\n\n  So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through\n  Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do\n  So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need\n  You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed\n\n  So I asked you not to go over and over God knows\n  You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes\n  So we got over that, you held up got locked\n  [Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped\n\n  Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link\n  They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think\n  I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?\n  At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay\n\n  After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus\n  Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs\n  Now we in these savage ages\n  Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas\n\n  I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged\n  And a part of his heart right here in Venice\n  At the same time you was both loved and feared\n  M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year\n  I'm a mourn you 'til I join you\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  Ashes to ashes and dust to dust\n  I hope you here me now in God we trust\n  Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us\n  I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch\n\n  We'll mourn, that's what we'll do\n  We'll mourn, 'till we're with you\n"}]