Never got a chance to say goodbye to my comrade I would've took those and died for my comrades It's like the pain get deeper the more the time pass Push it to the future, can't rewind the past A few years back, I would've ran into Cease Bet we both would've blew down, we both would've squeezed Headline reads, "Noble and Lil' Cease (What?) Die from gunfire over the East and West Beef" (Damn) 15 years later and it still ain't no peace And our niggas still gone, this is more than just a song Listen to my verse, it'll answer all your interviews You niggas watched me grow from a soldier to general (C'mon) The rap game need this (Uh), East and West coast need to see this Let our niggas rest in peace (Let 'em rest in peace) Put that bullshit behind us, do this for 'Pac and Big Poppa We're riders from Brooklyn to Compton, we honor you First 'Pac died, then Big died, then Nas told us Hip-Hop died How we let this happen? Generation after generation keep asking How we survived to get past it Had to keep on mashing It's bigger than some peace treaty shit Kay Slay said the rap game needs this It's time we bury the hatchet This is history, long live the legacy of Hip-Hop's 2 greatest MC's It's time to bury the hatchet Uh, dear Mama, my karma, Cease-A-Le', the Outlawz, no drama The wars we fought, struggle that we garnish and honor We pay respect to 'Pac and Poppa I would've took a shot for Big any day Believe it or not, I would've took one for Pac And that's real shit, that's the shit that real niggas do Niggas don't understand the pain that I'm going through And we ain't doing this for no money or no profit This is for Mr. Shakur and Ms. Wallace All my real G's on the corners in the projects The real gangsta thug niggas and convicts And niggas saying that they wish Big and Pac was here They lying, if they was here, they wouldn't have careers This is history in the making, this is magic It's time to move on, bury the hatchet First 'Pac died, then Big died, then Nas told us Hip-Hop died How we let this happen? Generation after generation keep asking How we survived to get past it Had to keep on mashing It's bigger than some peace treaty shit Kay Slay said the rap game needs this It's time we bury the hatchet This is history, long live the legacy of Hip-Hop's 2 greatest MC's It's time to bury the hatchet Uh, yeah, pick up the pieces, pick up where we left off Easier said than done, like trying to forget the Holocaust Or slavery, the damage is a done deal Blood shed, tears spilled, gunshots, hear 'em still What's beef? When you hit them niggas up and flee West Coast, catch a flight back to the east Time is money, every minute is another million Being wasted, destroying instead of building And like Carlito, I'm just tryna hit that last score Stuck in position, wishing I could fast forward 'Cause it's dues to be paid, debts is owed Old allies turn to new foes and vice versa Slay commissioned it, who else could deliver it? Huh, a blind nigga could picture this Prolly should've buried the hatchet with the homies Better late than never, that's what a OG told me First 'Pac died, then Big died, then Nas told us Hip-Hop died How we let this happen? Generation after generation keep asking How we survived to get past it Had to keep on mashing It's bigger than some peace treaty shit Kay Slay said the rap game needs this It's time we bury the hatchet This is history, long live the legacy of Hip-Hop's 2 greatest MC's It's time to bury the hatchet