R.I.P. Story
(专辑: Purp & Patron - 2011)
[Chorus:] I
gotta sing you rap niggas a
song before I
put you to bed So close your eyes just one last time as I
put you sleep Nigga rest in peace, you don't want no beef, Don't make me pull the
piece on em, throw up the
peace on you Rest in peace, you don't want no beef, Don't make me pull the
piece on em, throw up the
peace on you As I
hit corners in that Lamborghini swerving Them doors fly up, look like I'm riding in a
bird So sick, put the
22's a
inch from the
curb. Watch the
niggas fade away like the
smoke from the
herb. So I
hop out, in my true religion denim, Cause guns my true religion, And my Desert Eagle's in 'em. Then I
pull out; Like I
should have did when I
was twelve, she had a
miscarriage anyway, Oh well, back to my story. I
start shooting up the
block They shooting up block, "Oh shit! It's the
cops!" No is not, (woohoohoohoo) It's just the
ambulance, put another clip in and let the
hammer dance. [Chorus] I
swear to God, these niggas running so fucking fast that, One nigga tripped so I
shot him in the
ass. "Why you make me do that?" I'm usually a
cool cat, like Kool Herc, Kool G, or any other cool nigga that rap. But I
ain't come to talk, I
came for revenge; to avenge the
death for my hip-hop friends. I
know, I
know you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant to drive the
car, They never handed you the
steel Apologize now. I
know when you see him you will, But I
got one question: "Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're going now?" Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going home now, bye. [Chorus] My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not built to last Especially when you chasing motherfuckers up and down the
ave. Niggas hit a
couple fences, ran through some backyards, And I
am not Reggie Bush, I'm heading back to my car. As I
walked around the
corner, I
was like, "Damn! Los Angeles PD's behind my Lam Bo." Running my plates, before I
can hit the
gate, I
can hear the
cops yelling out, "Wait!" So I
turn around, approach my shit, He said: "Aren't you the
guy that used to sing with 50 Cent?" "Why, yes I
am." That was my reply, "My daughter loves your songs, good day." "Good bye!" [Chorus]