i got reasons to live sometimes i wonder why in the end we die onto heaven we fly angels that ride in a gangstas paradise in the sky may 2pac rest in peace now thst coolios deceased the streets will miss their soul and voice on the beat i vision the wake them suited up nice and neat half the world weaps teardrops for rap and hip hop drip like rain thats the sound of the men working on the chain gang thats the sound of the nine going bang bang prayers going up blessings coming down death is talk of the town no more profound sounds with yall not around R.I.p biggie 2 pac, big L, coolio, and nate dogg guess it was a matter of time till yall met the big boss talking G. O .D and thats God bet yall feeling good finally got up out the hood in a major mother fucking way we all die someday in some way shape or fashion im missing yall rapping already wight on my soul is heavy i got reasons to live sometimes i wonder why in the end we die onto heaven we fly angels that ride in a gangstas paradise in the sky