ฟังเพลงSee Ya When I Get There

See Ya When I Get There (Explicit) - C-Murder

For all them young niggas that

Didn't quite make it

This year to another year

Save the pain I remember

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 motherf**ker standing on the block

Ain't no limit to his heart 'cause

His veins is non stop

And constantly a ni**a catching them cases

With them death situations

A ni**a blast with no hesitation

Mama I wanna know 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 ni**a 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

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

Ride ni**a till I deduct

Them things die ni**a for

F**k fly fly ni**a

Since you absent I'ma tilt the bottle

Hit the w**d and get high for my ni**a

My partner my ni**a

My round in my trigger

From the little sh*t I remember

You was a down a** ni**a

I'm mad I missed sh*t you

Could have showed me

Sh*t still ain't the same

Even though my mama told me

I keep your memories in my endeavors

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 ni**a little Mike my ni**a

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 f**king 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

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

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 ni**a

L Dog you my ni**a 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 f**k 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

Sh*t we gone celebrate

'Cause we now the homeboy is

In a safer and better place

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there

To all my thugs in the grave

I see ya when I get there

I see ya when I get there