Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.I.P., artist - Birdman. Album song 5 * Stunna, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
R.I.P. |
| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy |
| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family |
| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy |
| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love |
| Disrespect me bitches, it’s murder up in bloods |
| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen |
| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win |
| My homie momma died he was 5 |
| Brought him to the street life taught 'em to survive |
| Block was his daddy, tatts in the caddy now |
| Blowin' on that gonja lil' homie had to have it huh |
| Full of that aroma, gun alone taught 'em the corner |
| Nigga life in the streets homie up in the mornin' |
| See we G’s fuckin' with these flees |
| Work in they house and you know we got to eat |
| Youngster wanna be a gangster like me |
| I let 'em all see so they know how it be |
| Streets is a motherfucker game of life |
| Playin' the hard part of it is livin' it twice |
| Fresh with the money now, cruisin' in the Lambo |
| Time to change hoe but money still the same though |
| Bitches with the murder, murder with the bitches |
| Homies in my hood nigga trippin' 'bout they riches |
| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy |
| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family |
| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy |
| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love |
| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods |
| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen |
| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win |
| See my homie caught life, couldn’t do it twice |
| He held court on the street that night |
| Nobody trippin' but the hood be flippin' |
| On the laws, fuck 'em out they jaws |
| Fuck 'em in they cars |
| You know my hood, we don’t spare nothin' blood |
| You know my streets nigga fucked up in the mud |
| You know the cost when you playin' with the boss |
| Your life is lost when your playin' with boss |
| We in the club, showin' some hoes love |
| Nigga want trip but I keep his hoe hugged |
| He killed my homie nigga but he didn’t kill his family though |
| I’ma real nigga so I’m ridin' for his family hoe |
| Got to get the cheese flippin' these B’s |
| Fuckin' with these hoes, burn a few G’s |
| Playin' the game right while up in these buildings |
| Tryin' to be the next billion |
| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy |
| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family |
| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy |
| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love |
| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods |
| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen |
| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win |
| So I roll with my heater, ridin' with my heater |
| Never leave my bitch, call her millimeter |
| Cruise with my hoe on the road with my hoe |
| Nigga hustle with my hoe, nigga fuck with my hoe |
| Never leave my bitch she hard core rich |
| Purely white top nigga, ain’t hit quick |
| 16 nigga better yet banana clip |
| Gotta brother names chopper nigga break down bricks |
| 45 snub met his whole blood |
| 2, 2, 6 nigga that uptown plug |
| Flippin' through the curb, gave the homie word |
| Penitentiary chance when fuckin' with them birds |
| Back to my block though, millions won’t stop hoe |
| From the bottom to the top with this cash flow |
| I’m in my caddy bitch, livin' lavish bitch |
| Livin' with the homie nigga quick to grab my shit |
| Rest in peace to my momma, rest in peace to my daddy |
| Rest in peace to my homie, rest in peace to my family |
| Rest in peace to my D boy, my OG boy, told me be a B boy |
| Rest in peace to my cause, money is the love |
| Disrespect me bitches its murder up in bloods |
| Rest in peace to my homies in the pen |
| Ain’t comin' home and that they can’t win |