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RIP Lyrics

(Spice 1)
Yeah, whassup?
RIP, shout-out to my dead partners
(Spice 1)
My n**** went crazy he's trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail
If life is a b****, I'll pimp it just like a hoe
I make all my money from slangin ounces of c**e
I shot up a b**** 'cause she was fiend
She's spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring
I'm livin' in fear, m************ want to jack when
A 187 n****'s best friend is a Mack 10
n***** be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say I'm slippin
but I'm in a f***** up state of mind
and I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin
Cause I'm strapped thinkin about my n**** took out in the game
are-I-P, plan be Jessie was his name
So rest in peace, peace my n**** are-I-P

(Chorus: Spice 1)
are-I-P, are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
Yeah whassup Clean?
I ain't forgot about you homie
Johnny be 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 l*** to pull the trigger
So I know how it feels to shoot another n****
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?
n***** with Uzi's and hella n***** with pumps
Ready to spray do a n**** up proper
Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the north Johnny be from the crew
seen a n**** get blasted his b***** 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 n***** 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)
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** 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 n**** 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 n*****?
Should I roll up the Endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor?
My memorials of my dead n***** on the wall
And when I die I know I'm dyin with a bullet y'all
But the n**** that take me out, he better have the clout
Because my n***** gonna chop your b***** body route
You know this n**** ain't afraid to die
Just write my name on the wall: Gangsta S-P-I
see-E? are-I-P - rest in peace n****

(Chorus: Spice 1)
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
are-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***** on the wall
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187 He Wrote (1993)
I'm the #%!*&% Murderer Dumpin' Em in Ditches Gas Chamber 187 He Wrote Don't Ring the Alarm (The Heist) Clip & the Trigga Smoke 'em Like a Blunt The Murda Show 380 on That Ass Mo' Mail Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse Trigga Gots No Heart Trigga Happy RIP All He Wrote