Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rest in Peace, artist - Joe Budden. Album song Mood Muzik Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.09.2015
Record label: Amalgam, Stage One
Song language: English
Rest in Peace |
Chea, GC, Rest In Peace |
Mojo, Rest In Peace |
Champ gon’Rest In Peace |
Little Reg gone Rest In Peace |
Slick Senior, you gon Rest In Peace |
Keith gon’Rest In Peace |
I need all y’all to Rest In Peace |
To all my niggaz Rest In Peace |
I know my dead homies watching upon us But uh, I aint gotta know a nigga to mourn |
See a real nigga crying it’s torture |
Get the candles and the drinks |
We gon’have our own wake on the corner |
You could just vision |
All of the memories |
Hennesy guzzling and you buggin |
Cuz you was just with him |
God called for his son it was time |
You gotta have peace with the Lord |
Wish you it’s on just one last time |
Some think that nothin about it is good |
He got what every nigga dreams of, he’s out of the hood |
So why we all sit in the hood cryin liquer |
He’s in heaven laughing like «look at my niggaz» |
They all sobbing, them tears aint stopping |
God throw em a sign and let them know I’m still watching |
Time passes and things get poppin |
Like «He woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option» |
It’s back to old times as if he just popped in You had to take somebody Jesus not him |
All my real niggaz put a lighter in the air |
There’s a fighter in the air |
That cloud right there |
And I know my time is coming like everybody elses |
(But) But by then I hope that everybody felt this |
Always that one hateful nigga make it seem like everybody’s jealous |
Somebody here don’t like me breathin |
I know somebody here’s tryna spite me steamin |
Spite how I ride these Sprees and dap me Goin to projects, at the end of the night I’m leavin |
One of my old mans has now burnt out |
Mic off me, never know how things turn out |
Cuz even your close friends’ll steal ya Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential killer |
That’s called taking the bitter with the sweet |
The skip with the verse |
The gift with the curse |
Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse |
But I’ll die for this rap shit, clips will disperse |
Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed |
Murder you lethal (So) |
So don’t watch if the convertable bleeds you |
Take your pick with the clips |
How you want it, reversible or see-through? |
I be another locked dog in the fort |
And another wake on the corner will be all my fault |
Another body inside the Caddy |
That’ll make my Moms right cuz I’ll be in jail just like Daddy |
Daddy come home, something aint right |
I think the Lord bout to call 'pon Uncle Mike |
Mike got high and he wasn’t too strong |
Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn’t be long |
Said in another six months he’ll be gone |
Pops still play that one gospel song every morn' |
Stopped gettin high so it’s no more pipe |
And they found medicine that’ll extend his life |
Years past and, Mike’s still here he’s not hurt |
Gospel song every morn it’s funny how God works |
Wait! |
He’s got the disease, he’s different again |
He’s starting to get sick and shit’s missing again |
Now that monthly cheque he’s spending again |
Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again |
Dad, Mike sprung |
And God put the cancer in his lungs like |
Fuck that cure you had a choice |
Disease is so cunning when you trippin’high |
You can’t throw away the gift of life |
Nigga you take it or leave it Nigga play it to keep it Nigga safe retreated |
Cuz if the Lord come take it you heed it No funeral homes, not for you |
And I don’t really wanna visit in the hospital |
Don’t wanna see you like that cuz I’mma be too scared |
I’d rather meet my own demise and meet you There |
God I can’t make pretend |
At least take me first so I aint gotta see you take my friends |
Some things I can’t even figure, like why you have to take him for? |
Come on God answer me nigga |
Another tatoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a month |
Another family shattered, in tears |
Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers |
All the things we still feelin |
Cuz on a nice day when the sky’s clear I’m gon’see y’all staring |
Extend your arm, take this pound |
To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down |