[Intro]
Yeah, whassup?
RIP
Shout out to my dead partners
[Verse 1]
My nigga went crazy, he's trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail
If life is a bitch, I'll pimp it just like a hoe
I make all my money from slangin' ounces of coke
I shot at the bitch, 'cause she was a fiend
She sprayed me with mace and tried to run off with my ring
I'm livin' in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when
A 187 nigga's best friend is a MAC-10
Niggas be rollin' up on me and loadin' the clip and they sayin' I'm slippin'
But I'm in a fucked up state of the mind
And I'm packin' a nine and I'm not trippin'
'Cause I'm strapped, thinkin' about my nigga took out of the game
R.I.P., Plan B, Jessie was his name
So rest in peace, peace, my nigga, RIP
[Hook]
R.I.P., R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah, whassup, Clay?
I ain't forgot about you, homie
Johnny B, whassup, Clay?
I ain't forgot about you either
Hope y'all tear this thang, knowI'msayin'?
Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah
[Verse 2]
When I was young, I had the lust to pull the trigger
So I know how it feels to shoot another nigga
Take one of mine, I'll take ten of yours
You call up your posse, I'll call up my boys
The funk, it was jumpin', but why should it jump?
Niggas with UZI's and hella niggas with pumps
Ready to spray, do a nigga up proper
Did my boy in good, chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the north, Johnny B from the crew
Seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe
The bag, the body, the body, the bag
From 40's to funerals, from Chronic to zags
I'm rollin' up one, for niggas that died
I pour out the 40 and hit the Strip in my ride
And let down the top, 'cause my top dropped
Handle my Glock in case I gotta pop
[Hook]
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah, fool, what y'all know about my partners Mark Crowser?
Y'all know nothin' about Erick Ason
Y'all know nothin' about Big Round Sink, knowI'msayin'?
OG's they got much love
Marcus Raine
[Verse 3]
My nigga had bomb, we called him Big Dave
Six slugs in the chest, put my boy in the grave
I went to his house, to get me a sack
His brother stood on the porch, and told me the facts
Strange how it happened, he went out for a night
Strange car drove up, that's when the pistols went pop
Should I pull on the trigga, and we bail on these niggas?
Should I roll up the indo, hit, throw up drunk off of liquor?
Memorials of my dead niggas on the wall
And when I die, I know I'm dyin' with a bullet, y'all
But the nigga that take me out, they better have the clout
Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route
You know this nigga ain't afraid to die
Just write my name on the wall: Gangsta S-P-I
C-E... R.I.P., rest in peace, nigga
[Hook]
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R.I.P., rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall