How long will they mourn me

Yeah! This for my nigga Kato

It's still on nigga

Thug Life, Thugs for life

Ha Ha yeah, how long will they mourn me

Yeah nigga

2Pac in this muthafucka

(Tupac)

All my homies drinking liquor

Tears in everybody's eyes

Niggas cried to mourn a homies homicide

But I can't cry

instead I'm just a shoulder

Damn, why they take another soldier

I load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

I'll get them suckas back before your buried (shit)

Retaliate and pull a 187

do real niggas get to go to heaven ?

How long will they mourn me, bury me a muthafuckin 'G'

Bitch don't wanna die

then don't fuck with me

It's kinda hard to be optimistic

When your homies lying dead on the pavement twisted

Y'all don't hear me doe, I'm trying hard to make amends

But I'm losing all my muthafuckin friends (damn)

They should've shot me when I was born

Now I'm trapped in the muthafuckin' storm

How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Got them niggas all dead and shit)

How long will they mourn me

I wish it would have been another

(Nate Dogg)

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke)

(Syke)

How long will they mourn me

Every muthafuckin' day homie

You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me

From my heart to the trigga you my fuckin' nigga

And things won't be the same without ya nigga

I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack

And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack

Smokin' blunt after blunt and steady drinkin'

Hung around so much, you knew what I was thinkin'

Tell me Lord, why you take big Kato ?

So confused not knowing which way to go

I'm goin crazy and runnin' out of fuckin' time

I can't take it, I'm losin' my fuckin' mind

So day after day

ride after ride

We'll hook up on the other side

Watch over your family and your newborn

Till we meet again homie

How long will they mourn me ?

(Chorus)

I wish it would have been another

(Yo Kato)

How long will they mourn me

(It's still on nigga)

How long will they mourn my brother

How long will they mourn me

I wish it would have been another

(Yeah)

How long will they mourn me

How long will they mourn my brother

(Rated R, Double Jeopardy, Mack 10)

(Rated R)

Damn a nigga tired of feeling sad

I'm tired of putting in work

I'm tired of cryin while watching my homies leave the earth

I know soon one day I'll be in the dirt

And my peoples'll be mournin'

When they get a call from the coroner

All niggas can say is that's fucked up

And get tossed up

Reminiscing how we grew up (my nigga)

Rest and love to my nigga Kato

See you in the crossroads real soon

For now let me pour out some brew

I'll be always thinkin' of ya homie

Rest in peace

How long will they mourn me ?

()

Ya know life's a fuckin' trip

And everybody gotta go

But why the fuck it have to be my nigga Kato

Another nigga fell victim to the chrome

It's enough to make you crazy

It's fuckin' with my dome

Ya only live once on this earth

A nigga had it bad, since the day of my mutahfuckin' birth

But niggas say they down and they always be my homie

But when a nigga gone

How long will ya mourn me ?

(Chorus)

Yeah!

I wish it would have been another

(Mack 10 in this muthafucka)

Yeah, how long will ya mourn me

How long will ya mourn my bother

(Thug Life boy, Nate blowin' that shit,

Nate Dogg do that shit nigga)

I wish it would have been another

Yeah! How long will ya mourn me

How long will ya mourn my brother

(This for my nigga Kato and all his kids)

How long will ya mourn me

I wish it would have been another

How long will ya mourn my brother

*New 2Pac Verse*

So many,

burried peers, throughout the years

while pouring out liquor and beers

for my homies that wasnt here.

cant help but shed tearz at the cemetary

makin me wonder if this loaded pistols neccesarry.

even the preacher could see the pain in my mothers eyes.

while walkin bye, cant help but sympathize when brothas die.

maybe the pain will make the situation change.

no murder for murder, our homicide will never end, this crooked game.

bullets blastin, time pass, brothas in masks

retaliation is the aftermath.

all that remains is a courpse rapped in plastic.

call the mother tell her her babies in a casket.

no love fo'em

put his body in the grave

even the pistols and all the prayers couldnt savem

look how they played'em

they should have murderd me when i was born.

now im caught in the violence of the storm.

how long will they mourn me.