[Intro: C-Murder]
For all them young n***as that didn't quite make it to another year

[Verse 1: C-Murder]
To all my thugs in the grave
This one is for my homies and my thug n***as
A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
About it motherfucker standing on the block
Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop
And constantly a n***a catching them cases
With them death situations
A n***a blast with no hesitation
Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
I wanna do, like them gangsters do
I wanna gangster walk
I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk
Just another young n***a in a song
Mama always told me gangster's don't live long
After I'm dead can you still see me
Do you really want to be me
I'm just another bossaline
I represent all them n***as trying to get paid
But couldn't be saved
Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about
[Chorus: C-Murder & Snoop Dogg]
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there

[Verse 2: Mystikal]
Ride n***a 'til I deduct
Them things die n***a for fuck
Fly. fly n***a
Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle
Hit the weed and get high for my n***a
My partner my n***a
My round in my trigger
From the little shit I remember you was a down ass n***a
I'm mad I missed the shit you could have showed me (fuck)
Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me
I keep your memories in my endeavors (n***a)
Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us
I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on
My n***a little Mike, my n***a G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone
I ain't trying to question God, but why so young
That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun
This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase
That's why you better keep your faith,or you're that thug in the grave
[Chorus: C-Murder & Snoop Dogg]
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Rest in peace khaki's creased
From the east side of Long Beach
Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homiex
Cause I can't understand how it went down
We used to clown from town to town
Claiming dogg pound
Took you on Lollapalooza with a n***a
L-Dog you my n***a
If you don't get no bigger
Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I
Dear God why them good n***as 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'm gone mash on home
But on the way I see some of my enemies
And they tripping on me
Cause I'm fucking with Master P
But I'm heated, so beat it
And another 87 case, I really don't need it
Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie
Shit we gone celebrate
Cause we know homeboy in a safer and better place
[Chorus: C-Murder & Snoop Dogg]
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there
To all my thugs in the grave
See ya when I get there
See ya when I get there