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Life Goes On

Tom: G

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G                                                         D  
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
                     Em                                                                      Em7  
                                                     G  
             C                                                              Em  
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
          C                                                            D  
My nigga, we the last ones left
But life goes on
             G  
As I bail through the empty halls
D  
Breath stinkin' in my jaws
Em                                                            Em7  
Ring, ring, ring, quiet y'all, incoming call
C                                                            Em  
Plus this my homie from high school, he gettin by
C                                                    D  
It's time to bury another brother, nobody cry
G                                         D  
Life as a baller, alcohol and booty calls
Em                                                    Em7  
We used to do them as adolescents, do you recall?
     C                                                                    Em  
Raised as G's, loc'ed out and blazed the weed
  C                                                                    D  
Get on the roof let's get smoked out and blaze with me
  G                                                                            D  
Two in the morning and we still high assed out
  Em                                            Em7  
Screamin thug till I die before I passed out
  C                                              Em  
But now that you're gone, I'm in the zone
                        C                                                         D  
Thinkin I don't wanna die all alone
But now ya gone
G                                              D  
And all I got left are stinkin memories
Em                                                    Em7  
I love them niggas to death, I'm drinkin Hennessy
C                                                            Em  
While tryin to make it last
                             C                                                                      D  
I drank a fifth for that ass when you passed
Cause life goes on
G                                                         D  
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
                     Em                                                                      Em7  
                                                     G  
             C                                                              Em  
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
          C                                                            D  
My nigga, we the last ones left
But life goes on
G                                                    D  
Yeah nigga I got the word as hell
          Em                                                    Em7  
Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
C                                                      Em  
Time to prepare to do fed time won't see parole
     C                                                            D  
Imagine life as a convict that's gettin old
G                                                                    D  
Plus with the drama we're lookin out for your baby's mama
Em                                                              Em7  
Takin risks, while keepin cheap tricks from gettin on her
C                                         Em  
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
C                                                    D  
Remember gamin on dumb hotties at chill parties
G                                                         D  
Me and you no true a two
                                                Em  
While scheming on hits and gettin tricks
             Em7  
That maybe we can slide into
C  
But now you buried
Em  
Rest nigga cause I ain't worried
C                                                              D                                                         G  
Eyes blurried, sayin goodbye at the cemetery
                                                D  
Though memories fade
                                                  Em  
I got your name tatted on my arm
                     Em7                                                    C  
So we both ball till my dyin days
                                          Em  
Before I say goodbye
                        C  
Kato and Mental rest in peace
D  
Thug till I die
G                                                         D  
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
                     Em                                                                      Em7  
                                                     G  
             C                                                              Em  
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
          C                                                            D  
My nigga, we the last ones left
But life goes on
     G                                         D  
Bury me smilin, with G's in my pocket
             Em                                                            Em7  
Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it
  C                                                                              Em  
Let the hoes that I used to know
From way before
     C                                                                 D  
Kiss me from my head to my toe
          G  
Give me a paper and pen
                D  
So I can write about my life of sin
     Em                                                 Em7  
A coupla bottles of gin incase I don't get in
        C                                                              Em  
Tell all my people I'm a Ridah
                     C  
Nobody cries when we die
             D                                              G  
We outlaws let me ride
                                  D  
Until I get free
                                  Em                                                 Em7  
I live my life in the fast lane got police chasin me
C                                                                    Em  
To my niggas from old blocks from old crews
                  C                                                         D  
Niggas that guided me through back in the old school
  G                                                                              D  
Pour out some liquor have a toast for the homies
                        Em                                            Em7  
See we both gotta die but you chose to go before me
  C                                                                                      Em  
And brothers miss you while you're gone
                  C                                                                 D  
You left your nigga on his own, how long we moan
Life goes on
G                                                         D  
How many brothers fell victim to the streets
                     Em                                                                      Em7  
                                                     G  
             C                                                              Em  
Be a lie, if I told ya that I never thought of death
          C                                                            D  
My nigga, we the last ones left
But life goes on