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Spice 1 - RIP lyrics
(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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