[Treach] dear god times are changing and the weather got hot over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop so i thank you for my life and all that i got i wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac i was sitten here lookin at your picture my nigga puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit i can't figure nigga i miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til i'm wit cha' it was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down doesn't even seem like 7 years passed both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene you did the humpty with the u i did the walk wit the queen was a dream smokin and drinkin ? Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums ? the flip up make them lift they shit up get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up think of all the times that i rolled wit mine male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge they was grindin with the good shine through they were on you just know i'm gonna mourn you til i join you
Chorus: x2 ashes to ashes and dust to dust i hope you here me now in god we trust even all the prayers can't bring you back to us i'll mourn you til i join you cause i'll keep in touch
[Treach] we was two lil niggas both skinny and broke happy if we scrap pennies for smokes tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news you was over in ney york to film this movie called juice called you back you told me back up me and you and stretch could shack up the thug luv back up the act up ? callen for us cause they know we all kicked up dust you remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our rings you beat his ass then you spit in his face i remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewls and big stretch punched him out his shoes back then i was taken stashes quick who holdin thats when every piece of bud i was rolen was stolen we would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks spit the emos over demos thinken ladies and lemos you was a wild motha fucka who could never sit still said you wouldn't rest untill you saw a mill nigga i felt you we was back an forth burough to projects for forts damn i wish they knew how much you loved new york shit and can't nobody dis my nigga motha fuck that i miss my nigga i'm a mourn you til i join you
Spoken: You ain't got to worry about how long i'm gonna morn ya, I'm gonna keep your name on tha streets
Chorus x2
[Treach] i'm ya true mutherfucka thug nation alert keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt this shit hurts cause we went from poor to rich you're supposed to see alot more than this they brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim they let you out you called us up we came as thugs again we were here ah-ha rapist they shout ya'll was talkin shit that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout you was going through your stress while your enemies laughed ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied a little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked my lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot soon as i get there i find Afeni urgin' me think i missed my baby, don't leave after surgery so i'm lookin in her eyes while they walkin me through thinkin Pac hard head what the hell i'm a do so we kicked it as they stayed and i asked what you need you say a pound for comin nigga and a hit of some weed so i asked you not to go over and over god knows you done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes so we got over that, you held up got locked ? they had you caged when i stopped yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my