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R.I.P.
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Yeah, just laid back
Thinking about my dead G's, you know what I'm sayin'?
Damn man, I can't stop that
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Hey, yeah, oh)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive
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Come follow me now, and let me kick that old school flow
All my G's who got popped or else dropped by a .44
Tryna make ends, roll a Benz and stay tight
Getting high with the crew, dig one or two down tonight
And stay true to the game, you make your cash then dash
But 5-0's and jackers all over your ass
So nigga stay woke, don't ever sleep when you creep
'Cause nowadays they packing K's and shit's getting deep
Bustin', bustin' biggidy-bustas, keep your pockets on fat
And to my niggas that's dead, every night I look back
And say, "Damn, now why did my homie have to die?"
To ease the pain, I don't cry, I fire up that pork fry
And reminisce my life, I mean the whole twenty years
'Cause over the days crime has paid for many of my peers
Some died from car wrecks and takes of the necks
I know my mother anticipate, now will her son be next?
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (To my
G's, oh, all my G's who didn't survive)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Hey, yeah, oh)
A funky funeral, sixty cars with lights and one cop
Rolling slow behind the hearse block to block
And uh, I couldn't make it, now it's feeling worse
To show my love for cuz, I pour some sip to the curb
We had tight times, we even had loose times
Sharing a brew, smoking a few, flashing up that deuce sign
Rolling thick as a bitch with my whole fucking clique
We used to cover one another, down to take a nigga shit
Cranking cars, nothing borrowed, the shit stayed tight
We was mobbing, forty ounce slobbing nearly every night
Much goes to those, I'm giving it up, I mean my props
From Charlie Brown to Sean Miles and to my step-pops
I got nothing but love and it's getting strong
I keep my head up even when there's things going wrong
And ain't no use in me putting out my fry
Sometimes I anticipate, will I die? But keep 'em to the sky
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (All my G's)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (To all, all, all my G's)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Oh, all my G's)
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R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Oh, my G's)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Oh, to my)
R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive (Hey, oh)
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