Rip Lyrics - Spice 1

Yeah, whats up? 

R-I-P, shout-out to my dead partners 

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 'cause she was fiend 

She's spreadin' information tryin' to run off with my ring 

I'm livin' in fear, motherfuckers want to 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 

are-I-P, plan B Jessie was his name 

So rest in peace, peace my nigga are-I-P 

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 whats up Clean? 

I ain't forgot about you homie 

Johnny B whats up Clay? 

I ain't forgot about you either 

Hope y'all tear this thang knahI'msayin? 

Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah 

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 forties to funerals from chronic to zag's 

I'm rollin up one for niggas that died 

I go out to forty and hit the strip in my ride 

And let down the top 'cause my top drop 

Handle my glock incase I gotta pop 

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 fool whatta you know about my partners Mark Crowser 

y'all know nothin' about Erick Ason 

y'all know nothin' about Big Round Sink knahI'msayin? 

O.G.'s they got much love, Marcus Raine 

My nigga had bomb we called him Big Dave 

Six slugs in the chest put my boy in the grave 

I went to his house to get me a sack 

His brother stood on the porch and told me the facts 

Strange how it happened he went out for a night 

Strange car drove up that's when the pistols went pop 

Should I pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas? 

Should I roll up the Endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor? 

My memorials of my dead niggas on the wall 

And when I die I know I'm dyin with a bullet y'all 

But the nigga that take me out, he better have the clout 

Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route 

You know this nigga ain't afraid to die 

Just write my name on the wall 

Gangsta S-P-I-C-E? R-I-P, rest in peace nigga 

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 

R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall