(Spice 1)
Yeah, whassup?
RIP, shout-out to my dead partners
(Spice 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 up a bitch cuz she was fiend
She's spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring
I'm livin' in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when
A 187 nigga's best friend is a Mack 10
Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say I'm slippin
but I'm in a fucked up state of mind
and I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin
Cause I'm strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game
R-I-P, plan B Jessie was his name
So rest in peace, peace my nigga R-I-P
(Chorus: Spice 1)
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
Yeah whassup Clean?
I ain't forgot about you homie
Johnny B whassup Clay?
I ain't forgot about you either
Hope y'all tear this thang knahI'msayin?
Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah
(Spice 1)
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 fortie
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