Mourn You 'Til I Join You (Lyrics)

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Lyrics^[1]

[Voice - 2Pac]
It's gonna be alright. Betta believe that.

Verse 1:
[Treach]
Dear God, times are changing and the weather got hot.
Over the past year a lot of niggas with props dropped.
So I thank you for my life and all that I got.
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to 'Pac. (Yo, 'Pac!)
I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture, my nigga.
Puttin' hash with the weed with a mixture of liquor.
We can't kick it, you ain't with us is the shit I can't figure.
Nigga, I miss ya, Just know I'm gonna mourn ya til I'm wit cha'.
It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed.
Damn, don't even seem like 7 years passed.
Both roadies, now homies out the hood on the scene.
You did the humpty with the U, I did doo wop wit the queen
Was a dream, smokin' and drinkin' through our per diems.
Stealin' backstage passes to hit hos and coliseums. (Come here, baby).
Found those to flip up, make 'em lift they shit up.
Get it, then get up, hookin' tricks up, then switch up.
Pick up all the dimes 'til our room was mobbed.
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge. (Hey, you Gs! Roll out!)
They was blinded when the good shined through, they were on you.
Just know, I'm gonna mourn you 'til I join you. ('Til I join you.)

(Chorus)
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.
I hope you hear 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.

Verse 2:
[Treach]
We were two little niggas, both skinny and broke.
Happy if we scrapped pennies for smoke.
Tours over, we were out. Yeah, then you called with the news.
You was over in New York to film this movie called Juice. (Bishop!)
Called you back up, you told me pack up. (Pack up, nigga.)
Me and you and Stretch could shack up.
The thug love back up to act up.
Shock and MA troop would call and fuss, 'cause they knew we all kicked up dust.
You remember when that cabbie said that he wouldn't pick up our race. (No! No!)
You beat his ass and then you spit in his face.
I remember on the set from the trailer fiends stole your jewels.
And Big Stretch punched him out in shoes. (Oh!)
Back then I was takin' stashes quick, who holdin'?
That's why every piece of bud I was rollin' was stolen.
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks.
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies in limos.
You's a wild motherfucker who could never sit still. (Sit your ass down... damn!)
Said you couldn't rest 'til you seen a mill.
Nigga I felt you!
We was back and forth from borough to project, with force.
Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York.
Shit. And can't nobody diss my nigga.
Motherfuck that! I miss my nigga!
I'ma mourn you 'til I join you.

[Spoken]
You ain't got to worry about how long I'ma mourn you.
I'ma keep your name on the streets

(Chorus) x2

Verse 3:
[Treach]
I'm the true motherfucker. Thug Nation alert!
Keep his name on the streets 'til you lay in the dirt.
This shit hurt 'cause we went from poor to rich.
You supposed to see a lot more than this.
They propped you up, locked you up when you did Above the Rim.
They let you out, you called us up, we came and thugged again.
We were hit. Ha ha, "rapist", they shout. (Rapist!)
Ya'll was talkin' shit that ya'll ain't know a damn thing 'bout.
You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed.
Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass.
Fuck the press, fuck the world, life goes on when you die.
Fuck the courts, fuck the judge and every bitch that lied.
A little time ticked by, my whole knock got rocked.
My lady waking me up, yelling, "Treach, Pac got shot!"
Soon as I get there, I find Afeni urgin' me.
Sayin', "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 kick it, I say, "Stay", then I ask, "What you need?"
You say a pound for comin', nigga and a hit of some weed.
So I asked you not to go, over and over, God knows. (Yo man, chill!)
You just smiled and said, "Nigga, help me get on my clothes."
So we got over that, you held up, got locked.
I dropped Poverty's Paradise, they had you caged when I stopped.
Yeah the chain remains, plus you a part of my link.
They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think.
I remember your release and we met up in L.A.
At the billiard gettin' blazed hangin' with the hay.
After that, you blew up, a made nigga, 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 nigga once again damaged.
And a part of his heart, right here in Venice.
At the same time you was both loved and feared.
M.O.B., the fuckin' thug of the year!
I'ma mourn you 'til I join you.

(Chorus) x2

[Everybody]
We'll mourn, that's what we'll do!
We'll mourn, 'til we're with you!
Yes, indeed, we'll mourn for you.

We'll mourn, that's what we'll do!
We'll mourn, 'til we're with you!
Yes, indeed, we'll mourn for you.

Yes, indeed, we'll mourn for you.

Yes, indeed, we'll mourn for you.