Various Artists - Mourn You Til I Join You lyrics

[Voice - 2Pac] It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat [Treach] Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot Over the past year a lot of n***as 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 sittin' here lookin' at your picture my n***a Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the sh** I can't figure n***a 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 Don't even seem like 7 years pa**ed Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene You did the humpty with D.U. I did the walk wit the queen Was a dream smokin and drinkin ? Stealin' backstage pa**es to hit ho's and coliseums Found hoes to flip up make them lift they sh** up Get it then get up looking to chicks 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 blinded when the good shined through they were on you Just know I'm gon' mourn you till I join you [Chorus] (×2) 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 n***as 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 New York to film this movie called Juice Called you back up you told me pack up Me and you and Stretch could shack up The thug luv back up the act up Shock, Hakeem and ain't true would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE You beat his a** then you spit in his face I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your j**els And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin' That's when every piece of bud I was rolling was stolen We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and limos Youse a wild motherf**er who could never sit still Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill n***a I felt you We was back an' forth borough to projects for forts Damn I wish they knew how much you loved new york sh** and can't nobody dis my n***a Motha f** that I miss my n***a I'm a mourn you til I join you [Spoken] You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya I'm gonna keep your name on the streets [Chorus] (×2) [Treach] I'm ya true motherf**er thug nation alert Keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt This sh** hurt cause we went from poor to rich You're supposed to see a lot 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 WOULD HEAR ah-ha rapist they shout Ya'll was talkin sh** 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 sh** and 2Pac never took no a** f** the press f** the world life goes on when you die f** the court f** the judge and every b**h 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 urging' me Saying convince 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'ma do So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need You say a pound for comin n***a and a hit of some weed So I asked you not to go over and over god knows You just smiled and said n***a help me get on my clothes So we got over that, you healed up got locked I dropped case about lights, they had you caged when I stopped Yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link They f**ed up by givin' you too much time to think I remember your release and we met up in l.a At the billiard getting blazed Henny'd out with the hay After that you blew up a made n***a platinum plus Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs Now we in these savage ages Even you yourself predicted that last night in vegas I heard gats were brandished, my n***a once again damaged And a part of this heart right here in Venice At the same time you was both loved and feared M.O.B. the f**in' thug of the year I'm a mourn you til I join you [Chorus] (×2) [Everybody] We'll mourn - that's what we'll do We'll mourn - till we're with you