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Utwór: R I P

  • wykonawca: Master P
  • wyświetleń: 1715


     [Master P]
  Rest in peace fool
  
  [* Pouring liquor out *]
  
  [Master P]
  This for all my niggas that ain't here
  
  [Hook x2]
  R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone
  Rest in peace to my homies that done made it home
  
  [Master P]
  R-I-P to Danny and Darnelle
  I reminice on when my broter Kevin got killed
  I can't sleep, I know it's sad
  One day they gon' put P up in a body bag
  I watch movies like "Ghost"
  Wonderin' if my brother really know who slit his motherfuckin' throat
  And when they gone, y'all thought it was a poem
  And the ghetto's tryin' to kill me, I'm still tryin' to make it home
  And mama cry and daddy say son realize
  Just remember one day we all gotta die
  I can't trip, I'm sinkin' with this ship
  In the projects you know it's one big battlefield
  Where everybody don't give a fuck about another life
  And lil' kids don't give a fuck about another life
  They quick to put chu' to that other game
  And if you lose in that battlefield then that's yo ass man
  And yo life is sinkin' on with them other niggas
  Cause they dead and gone now, what the fuck is goin' on
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [CCG]
  To underestimate, you see ya own fate
  You straight gettin' poped in the "Show-Me State"
  Two slugs to the face, man brace yourself
  While other cats view the body at the wake
  And I hate to think about what we gonna miss out on
  Knowin' yo ass is gone
  Cause I know we gonna miss em'
  And I hate the fact that a brother done passed on
  The things we do, we gotta deal with
  Can ya feel it on the reala
  Watchin' the blood spill from the veins of a real one
  R-I-P cause ya could've been a G
  And still alive to kick it with me
  Never let it fade cause ya locked in a grave
  R-I-P to my homies
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [CCG]
  I'm constantly surrounded by death
  And my city's so scandalous
  So I step with a half, cockin' that stainless steel
  Cause I feel that I have to be strapped
  Cause I learned from all of my dead folks mishaps
  A lot of my dogs took a fall
  Cause of a flaw on the streets when concernin' mail
  Between two brothers, been homies forever
  When lookin' past the yellow tape, fool I can't tell
  This is the world I live in
  My world is consumed by chaos
  Makin' me not want to get too close to folks
  In fear of the pain I'll feel
  When another's called off, hauled off
  In a Caddy brown tryin' to hang on, let em' go
  I shed a few tear, I spilled some beer
  And appear to be at peace
  But inside I'm so cold
  Cause I think of how my homie caught slugs to the mug
  And I can't let that be me
  Keep ya memory close to my heart
  So may ya soul rest in peace
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [Silkk the Shocker]
  Now why life be so hard
  I beend down with these wars
  Since Ses, my ace caught a slug to the chest
  From a tech and I hope he finally at rest
  See that's why I didn't cry when my homie died, Lord hear me
  Too many murderers and drug dealers and killers standin' in me
  Lord forgive me
  I'm bout ready to check it out but I'ma stick it out like a G
  Cause it's a sin for me to kill myself
  And I won't let a nigga kill me
  I'ma try to hold on to these memories
  But it seems all my homies done changed since elementary
  Now life is the same as death and that's kind of bad to me
  For every non-black males born one dies, that's kind of like sad to see
  I lost my brother behind some jealousy
  Not stayin' on his toes, livin' carelessly
  From the cradle to grave I always see a better day
  R-I-P to my G's and I hope they in a better place
  
  [Hook x2]
  
  [Master P talking]
  Yeah this for all my motherfuckin' true soldiers
  That's gone with the wind ya know what I'm sayin'
  All my niggas that restin' in peace
  Hope y'all in a better place homie
  Cause it's hell on Earth nigga, know what I'm sayin'
  We see y'all in the crossfire
  For all my true soldiers, rest in peace fool
  And uh, No Limit till I die
  See y'all niggas on the other side
  R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone
  And to all my niggas Down South hustlin
  Just remember stack ya mail, live life to the fullest
  Cause ya can't take none of this shit with ya
  And always keep ya eye on the enemy
  Might be ya best friend but watch yourself homie
  Oh yeah, the most important thing never trust a bitch
  Cause a bitch only out for the money
  Know what I'm sayin'
  Remember that though
  Yeah playa R-I-P
  

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