(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 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
(Chorus: Spice 1)
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
(Spice 1)
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
(Chorus: Spice 1)
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
