The Game - R.I.P. Story lyrics
[The Game - R.I.P. Story lyrics]
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 swervin'
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 shootin' up the block
They shootin' 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
I swear to God, these niggas
Runnin' so fuckin' 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
My Air Force Ones are comfortable
But they not built to last
Especially when you chasin' 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."
Runnin' 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!"
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 swervin'
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 shootin' up the block
They shootin' 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
I swear to God, these niggas
Runnin' so fuckin' 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
My Air Force Ones are comfortable
But they not built to last
Especially when you chasin' 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."
Runnin' 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!"