RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
Come follow me now and let me kick that old school flow
All my gs who got popped or else dropped by a 44
Tryna make ends roll in benz and stay tight
Get high with the crew dick one or two down tonight
And stay true to the game make yo cash the dash
But 5 os and jackers all over yo a**
So n**gas stay woke don't ever sleep when you creep
'Cuz nowadays they pack AKS and sh*t's gettin deep
Bustin bustin biggedy bustas keep yo pockets on fat
And to my homies who rest every night I look back
And say d**n now why did my n**gas have to die
To ease the pain I don't cry I fire that potent fry
And reminisce my life I mean the whole 20 years
'Cuase over the days crime has paid for many of my peers
Some died from car wrecks and tecs to the necks
I know my mother anticipate now will her son be next
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standinn' here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
Funky funerals sixty cars with lights and one cop
Rollin slow behind a hearse block to block
And uh I couldn't make it I was feelin' worse
To show my love for
'Cuz I pour some sip to the curse
We had tight times we even had lose times
Sharin a brew smokin a few flashin up the deuce sign
Rollin thick as a b**ch with my whole f**kin click
Yep cut for one another down to take a n**ga's sh*t
Crankin cars nothing barred the sh*t stayed tight
Mobbin forty ounce slobbin nearly every night
Much goes to those I'm givin it up I mean my props
From Charlie Brown to Shawn Miles and to my steppops
I got nothing for love and it's gettin strong
I keep my head up even when the sh*t's going wrong
And ain't no use to me puttin out my fry
Sometimes I anticipate now will I be the next to die
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
RIP to my n**gas that's dead and gone
Standin' here blowed I dedicate this song
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
To my n**gas in the grave and my n**gas in the pen
Much love for you fools see you when I get in
And now it's 93 and sh*t's still illegal
So I gave in my Tec for a 44 desert eagle
Still got memories of my homies in the past
So I look high and ask the Lord if I last
And if not when I drop six feet deep
Put a forty in my lap
And in my mouth a swisher sweet
And let the dead rest and then close my eyes
And if my n**gas ain't there then I just might rise
And bust a couple of caps
Yap in the spirits from hell
See a n**ga might be dead but I got d**e to sell
So n**gas don't forget for yo to bring the fry
'Cuz everyone'll cry and say d**n this n**ga had to die
Had to die had to die
