Naughty by Nature - Mourn You Til I Join You (1997) (youtube.com)
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Originally released October 28, 1997

Lyrics:

[Voice - 2Pac]
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
[Treach]
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of soldiers went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac
I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture I miss ya
Puttin' h*** with the w*** wit a mixture of liquor
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the thing I can't figure
Homie I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya til I'm wit cha'
It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
Don't even seem like 7 years passed
Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
You did the humpty with D.U. I did the walk wit the queen
Was a dream smokin and drinkin' through our per diem
Stealin' backstage passes to hit chicks and coliseums
Found those to flip up make them lift they hips up
Get it then get up looking to chicks up and switch up
Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
Just know I'm gon' mourn you till I join you
[Chorus] (×2)
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here 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
[Treach]
We was two lil riders both skinny and broke
Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
You was over in New York to film this movie called Juice
Called you back up you told me pack up
Me and you and Stretch could shack up
The thug luv back up the act up
Shock, Hakeem and ain't true would call and fuss cause they know we all kicked up dust
You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our RACE
You beat his a** then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes
Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
That's when every piece of b** I was rolling was stolen
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and limos
Youse a wild homie brotha who could never sit still
Said you wouldn't rest until you seen a mill
Homie I felt you
We was back an' forth borough to projects for forts
Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
Shhh and can't nobody dis my brotha
Never mind that I miss my brotha
I'm a mourn you til I join you
[Spoken]
You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
I'm gonna keep your name on the streets
[Chorus] (×2)
[Treach]
I'm ya true muggin brotha thug nation alert
Keep his name on the street til ya lay in the dirt
This here hurt cause we went from poor to rich
You're supposed to see a lot more than this
They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
We WOULD HEAR ah-ha rapist they shout
Ya'll was talkin things that ya'll didn't know a damn thang bout
You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
Ain't never take no shit and 2Pac never took no back
Forget the press forget the world life goes on when you die
Forget the court forget the judge and every trick that lied
A little time ticked by, my lady and I got rocked
My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
Soon as I get there I find Afeni urging' me
Saying 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 kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
You say a pound for comin partner and a hit of some w****
So I asked you not to go over and over god knows
You just smiled and said homie help me get on my clothes
So we got over that, you healed up got locked
I dropped case about lights, they had you caged when I stopped
Yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link
They messed up by givin' you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in l.a
At the billiard getting blazed Henny'd out with the hay
After that you blew up a made playa 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 homie once again damaged
And a part of this heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared
M.O.B. the thuggin' thug of the year
I'm a mourn you til I join you
[Chorus] (×2)
[Everybody]
We'll mourn - that's what we'll do
We'll mourn - till we're with you
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