Letra Rip Spice 1

Rip

(spice 1)
Yeah, whassup?
Rip, shout-out to my dead partners

(spice 1)
My nigga went crazy hes trapped in a cell
He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail
If life is a bitch, Ill pimp it just like a hoe
I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke
I shot up a bitch cuz she was fiend
Shes spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring
Im livin in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when
A 187 niggas best friend is a mack 10
Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say Im slippin
But Im in a fucked up state of mind
And Im packin a nine and Im not trippin
Cause Im strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game
R-i-p, plan b jessie was his name
So rest in peace, peace my nigga r-i-p

(chorus: spice 1)
R-i-p, r-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah whassup clean?
I aint forgot about you homie
Johnny b whassup clay?
I aint forgot about you either
Hope yall tear this thang knahimsayin?
Big dave, jr, six-o-mobb, yeah

(spice 1)
When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger
So I know how it feels to shoot another nigga
Take one of mine Ill take ten of yours
You call up your posse Ill call up my boys
The funk, it was jumpin, but why should it jump?
Niggas with uzis and hella niggas with pumps
Ready to spray do a nigga up proper
Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper
See some more from the north johnny b from the crew
Seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe
The bag the body the body the bag
From forties to funerals from chronic to zags
Im rollin up one for niggas 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)
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Yeah fool whatta you know about my partners mark crowser
Yall know nothin about erick ason
Yall know nothin about big round sink knahimsayin?
O.g.s they got much love, marcus raine

(spice 1)
My nigga 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 thats when the pistols went pop
Should I pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas?
Should I roll up the endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor?
My memorials of my dead niggas on the wall
And when I die I know Im dyin with a bullet yall
But the nigga that take me out, he better have the clout
Because my niggas gonna chop your bloody body route
You know this nigga aint afraid to die
Just write my name on the wall: gangsta s-p-i
C-e? r-i-p - rest in peace nigga

(chorus: spice 1)
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
R-i-p, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall