R.I.P. Story

[Hook:]

I gotta sing you rap niggas a song before I put you to bed

So close your eyes just one last time as I put you sleep

Nigga rest in peace, you don't want no beef

Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

Rest in peace, you don't want no beef

Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

[Verse 1:]

As I hit corners in that Lamborghini swervin'

Them doors fly up, look like I'm riding in a bird

So sick, put the 22's a inch from the curb

Watch the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb

So I hop out, in my true religion denim

Cause guns my true religion

And my Desert Eagle's in 'em

Then I pull out;

Like I should have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway

Oh well, back to my story

I start shootin' up the block

They shootin' up block, "Oh shit! It's the cops!"

No is not, (woohoohoohoo)

It's just the ambulance, put another clip in and let the hammer dance

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[Verse 2:]

I swear to God, these niggas runnin' so fuckin' fast that

One nigga tripped so I shot him in the ass

"Why you make me do that?"

I'm usually a cool cat, like Kool Herc, Kool G, or any other cool nigga that rap

But I ain't come to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the death for my hip-hop friends

I know, I know you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant to drive the car

They never handed you the steel

Apologize now. I know when you see him you will

But I got one question:

"Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're going now?"

Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going home now, bye

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[Verse 3:]

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not built to last

Especially when you chasin' motherfuckers up and down the ave

Niggas hit a couple fences, ran through some backyards

And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm heading back to my car

As I walked around the corner, I was like

"Damn! Los Angeles PD's behind my Lam - Bo."

Runnin' my plates, before I can hit the gate

I can hear the cops yelling out, "Wait!"

So I turn around, approach my shit

He said: "Aren't you the guy that used to sing with 50 Cent?"

"Why, yes I am."

That was my reply

"My daughter loves your songs, good day."

"Good bye!"

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