[Intro: Bright Campa]
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[Verse 1]
God bless the dead and buried, n***a, don't worry
If you see God first, tell him shit got worse
I ain't mad, I know you representin' the crew
And I can picture you in heaven with a blunt and a brew
Fuck the world, pain was a part of the game
If you a baller, money went as quick as it came
My role models gone or they locked in the pen
Straight hustlers caught up in the whirlwind
The other day I thought I seen my homeboy Biggy
Sayin' shit don't stop, n***a, no pity
We all hoods and all we ever had was dreams
Money making motherfuckers plot scandalous schemes
In the gutter you learn to have a criminal mind
I was addicted to tryin', never meant to do time
My epitaph will read “was the last of G's”
Kicked the shit to make them bleed
God bless the dead (Yeah)

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[Verse 2]
Man, ain't nobody promised me a thang
I been caught up in this game
Ever since I was a little motherfucker wantin' to hang
I can see 'em in my head – pow!
Memories of my n***a, he dead now
Lookin' back in my yearbook
All the years took half my peers, they're stretched for years
And if I die, will they all shed tears?
Two to the dome, leave me alone, let me get my head clear
Paranoia, lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my 9, I'd rather do the time
See, I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice
Fuck the police and all the courts, same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail?
They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell
In my mind can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a n***a runnin'
I keep a gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry later but for now let's enjoy the laughter
God bless the dead (Yeah)

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[Verse 3]
I pray before I go to sleep, “Dear God!”
Say my grace before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard
So I'm droppin' to my knees, “Oh why!”
Why you had to take my n***a with the rock-a-bye?
You had to take a good one
A ghetto hood son, Uzi weighin' a ton
N***as terrified of drama from the young gun
Hearin' that they did it outta fear don't amaze me
But it's mind-blowin' so I'm flowin' goin' crazy
Slipped, forgot the gun, but he didn't run like a punk
He shoulda had the gauge in the trunk
For a spunk is what he had, kid, I'd rather attack Big
Now you 'bout to smell the aftermath of what the mag did
Wannabe suckas wanna test, I'm tellin' you, yes
The teflon's 'bout to rip through your fuckin' vest
Guess who? Make a mess of your crew quick
The spirit Biggy Smallz and the thuggin' clique, yeah

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God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead
God bless the dead