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