[C-Murder]
  For all them young niggas that didn't quite make it to another year
    To all my thugs in the grave
  This one is for my homies and my thug niggas
  A bunch of used to be paranoid drug dealers
  A bout 'it motherfucker standing on the block
  Ain't no limit to his heart, cause his veins is non-stop
  And constantly a nigga catching them cases
  With them death situations
  A nigga blast with no hesitation
  Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
  My only memory is a picture with a chrome gat
  I wanna do, like them gangsters do
  I wanna gangster walk
  I caught a bullet now I'm in some chalk
  Just another young nigga in a song
  Mama always told me gangster's don't live long
  After I'm dead can you still see me
  Do you really want to be me
  I'm just another bossaline
  I represent all them niggas trying to get paid
  But couldn't be saved
  Huh, y'all now what I'm talking about
    [Chorus: C-Murder and Snoop Dogg]
  To all my thugs in the grave
  See ya when I get there
  See ya when I get there [ repeat 4X ]
    [Mystikal]
  Ride nigga till I deduct
  Them things die nigga for fuck
  Fly. fly nigga
  Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle
  hit the weed and get high for my nigga
  My partner my nigga
  My round in my trigger
  From the little shit I remember you was a down ass nigga
  I'm mad i missed shit you could have showed me (fuck)
  Shit still ain't the same even though my mama told me
  I keep your memories in my endeavors (nigga)
  Thank you for being my daddy, thank you for what you left us
  I swear to protect, and the only way to carry on, is carry on
  My nigga little Mike, my nigga G-Slim, and my cousin Larry gone
  I ain't trying to question God, but why so young
  That's why from daylight to night time I got my gun
  This fucking thing we call life ain't nothing but a phase
  That's why you better keep your faith,or you're that thug in the grave
    [Chorus: repeat 4X]
    [Snoop Dogg]
  Rest in peace khaki's creased
  From the east side of Long Beach
  Pouring out liquor, thinking about my homie
  Cause I can't understand how it went down
  We used to clown from town to town
  Claiming dogg pound
  Took you on lollapalooza with a nigga
  L0Dog you my nigga
  If you don't get no bigger
  Spanky Loco from the the dub, and Little Man from the I
  Dear God why them good niggas have to die
  I can't reminisce too long
  Cause I'm in a war zone
  If I sleep, slip, trip I might get blasted on
  So I'm gone mash on home
  but on the way I see some of my enemies
  And they tripping on me
  Cause I fuck with Master P
  But I;m heated, so beat it
  And another 87 case, I really don't need it
  Proceeded, I ain't gone cry for the homie
  Shit we gone celebrate
  Cause we now the homeboy is in a safer and better place
    [Chorus: repeat 3X]