Lyrics Rest in Peace - DMG

Rest in Peace

What’s up Chief?
Oh man.
man… what time is it man?
It’s early man
Man fuck… what’s happenin'?
Shit got some bad news for ya man…
What’s that?
Mad Ron got smoked man
Damn, uh uh man you lyin?!
Oh man… damn, well check this out
Let me call the crib man and check up
I’ll get back to you
Early friday mornin' rings the phone, my cousin Mad Ron was found dead
Frozen in the snow, clothes bloody red
I couldn’t help but bust a cry
'Cause all that I could say is why my nigga mad had to die?
I call my aunt to pay respects to her
And show her my emotions this is how I was sittin' next to her
I’m trippin' 'cause I’m far away from home
And all I’m hearin' from my family is my boy is gone
I’m hurtin' deep in the worst way
My cousin' lost his life on our grandmothers birthday
And this shit is gettin' deep
I try to make it home but I’m in trouble with them police
So when I slip out bow my head down on my head and knees
And pray the lord that the deceased rest in peace
May the deceased rest in peace
Mad Ron rest in peace
Let him rest, but I’ma see you in the next life
To my homies Teddy ----- Chris and dre
All I can do is wish away and do the thangs that a real homie supposed to
Straight on up like push your name in a song or two
Yeah, but still that ain’t enough to bring you back mate
I try my hardest but I still can’t understand mate
Why my niggas had to be the ones to go
And for the people that they grew up with and loved the most
The list is gettin' longer as I go it’s got me paranoid
Thinkin' will I be the next to let it go
I try to do for my kids while I’m here
'Cause when I’m gone, daddy gone
So hold your head up and continue on
And to the niggas that I chill with
Show a nigga love and show him that you down 'till it’s over with
I’m beggin' Jesus Christ please
Let us chill at ease, and let my dead homies rest in peace
But I’ma see you in the next life
May the deceased rest in peace
Let 'em rest
I had a homie who got killed and they tried to blame that shit on me
But it wasn’t me, and now the mothafuckas see
But now it’s too late, they did what they did and gotta live with that
My niggas life got took and nobody can give it back
Just another example of niggas doin' ho' ass shit
You know that type of ho' ass shit that just don’t hit
But what goes around comes around
Do bad shit and bad shit’ll come back that’s what I found
To be true, It’s evident and always will
Niggas who kill will eventually get killed
So chill if you’re out there fuckin' up
You ain’t provin' nathan' runnin' round this mothafucka buckin' up
You just lucked up, and fins yourself six feet deep
Like my nigga Pistol Pete Rest In Peace
Yeah don’t get caught up in the game