Mistah F.A.B. - The Song Continues On lyrics

[Intro: Too Short] Send a shout out to the homie Pac Know you out there somewhere right now writing rhymes man, laying tracks Straight love, you know what I'm saying always man We had never forgot about 2Pac, you know, that's our boy till the end From hood to hood, block to block The Bay always got love for 2Pac From hood to hood, block to block The Bay always got love for 2Pac [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh, pimp game impecable Work game incredible (how many songs did he do) Nine songs a day, no less than four A rap legend, an icon, a reptible Last time I seen him was at my Rapper's Ball video Pac you'll be proud of me pimpin', I'm doing my best Not only the Bay, but I'm holding down the West And I just wanna thank Afeni (why) For birthing 2Pac Shakur, the greatest rapper in history [Verse 2: MC Hammer] I'm glad we had a chance, to say goodbye I shed so many tears and you changed my life California Love baby ride or die I can hear you, right now, Pac yelling West Side And West it is, we got the world going dumb We gone make 'em understand Pac where we coming from Don't you worry homie, rest in peace We appreciate your love, let your soul run free [Verse 3: San Quinn] Look into the hearts of men, every pumping valve Man I wish we had 2Pacalypse now Like you, I wanna make the whole world love me You let me know, only God can judge me I got tears in my eyes as I write this verse The whole Bay know you were hyphy first You've been gone, we gon stand strong Immortalized, the legend lives on [Chorus: Mike Marshall] Do you hear the people sing, singing the songs that's in their veins It's the music of a people who have smiled and found the pain With the beating of your heart, there goes the beating of the drums Know the song continues on when tomorrow comes [Verse 4: Mistah Fab] This is for the great Amaru God knew, that you, would ride through the ghettos of the world and provide food For hopeless youth, dope feinds with dope to use The way that you spoke your views gave hope to dudes 2Pac, the legendary Shakur Makaveli the Don, a prophet I'm sure And '96 man it dont seem like it's been I can picture you rolling up in your 500 Benz [Verse 5: Mac Mall] You gave me love on the ghetto scene Put me on a million TV screens, with you I remember drinking liqour at century clubs Watching superstars sworn over Thug Life You took a youngin from the Crest Side world wide Real thizzness, I was family when you died I'm a real outlaw and I'mma ride til the end of time And when I see you on the other side I crack the cap on the Henny And Big Back, would I lie? [Verse 6: Band-Aide of Dem Hoodstarz] All eyes on me, dear mama, its me against the world You know I get around like your brendas little girl Blast me, no im not telling you the blasphemy Pac was a [?], his d**h was a tragedy [Verse 7: Scoot of Dem Hoodstarz] Come with me, hail mary to the soldiers Spit at the cameras, flipping off the rollers I swear you made a nation full of thugs, put your W's up And make the West Coast feel like one, rest in peace Pac [Chorus: Jimmie Reign, Meilani] [Verse 8: Turf Talk] (Aye Pac wa**up mayne) Man I've been missing Makaveli since '96 Pac the games change, there are hella wimps Picrture Me Rolling, one of my favorite songs Satrin At The World Through My Rearview, Life Goes On Had dreams of working with you, but it never happened But I ain't trippin, we'll collaborate some day in heaven All your albums cla**ics, all of them slapping Is there a heaven for a G, I know you got it cracking [Verse 9: Lil Uno of The Pack] Makaveli, 2Pac, he was a legend But he in a better place, on earth we call it heaven '96 is the year that we lost a gift You gone, but not forgotten, and you always will be missed [Verse 10: Lil B of The Pack] Man, Pac, we love you, ain't nobody above you You music touched us, and the people we buzzing It's all about Pac, yeah the angel with the broken wings Rose from concrete, he's still here is what it seems [Verse 11: Young L of The Pack] Stand troops, recognize the truth Here lies the dude who lived rough and died for you Took slugs and spilt his blood to lace the youth And told young n***as to get up and face the blues Cause it's a thugs life, everyday is what we do Love life, believe and you'll see it through So to my brother Pac make a place for me with you I'mma represent you, till I reach the tool [Chorus: Ray Luv, James "D-Train" Williams, Martha Wash] [Verse 12: Baby Bash] He used to clown around, when he came around with the underground Hit the V-Town with Kyrie on some thunder pounds Even directed the video (Mac Mall) He was on some major sh** way back then but we didn't know How a genius get to work, on the herb and the purp Probably looking down, smiling now on some purp He had love for us Mexicans Loves to see young playas stacking Benjamins [Verse 13: Nump Trump] I wake up and blaze one for Pac every morning It's Mr. I Got Grapes, picture me rolling Everybody knows this, or knew what it was When we found out Pac pa**ed, it was so messed up We was crushed, couldn't beleive it, Gorilla-Pinos and all But we still slap your album so the music lives on When tomorrow comes, we still ride for Makaveli From the low-lows to scrapers, you smell me [Verse 14: Shock G] Pac, he didn't mean to die, he got in over his head Died for you but wasn't trying to be dead He went round and round, cause there wasn't nothing better to do What could be better than dying for you Split the blunt, put the Hennessey in the cup Let me see ya, let me see ya toss it up We all feel 2Pac, now that he's gone But recognize those alive who sing the same song, c'mon [Chorus: Kimberlee Payton, Isa S. Chu, Laura Lane, Nancy Zumwalt]