See Ya When I Get There Lyrics - Singles - Snoop Doggy Dogg

[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