R.I.P. Kev… we’ll miss you.
[Intro: Joe Budden]
Chea, GC, Rest In Peace
Mojo, Rest In Peace
Champ gon’ Rest In Peace
Reggie Reg gone Rest In Peace
Slick Senior, you gon Rest In Peace
Keith gon’ Rest In Peace
I need all y’all to Rest In Peace
All my niggaz gon’ Rest In Peace
(Repeat x2)
[Verse: Joe Budden]
I know my dead homies watching upon us
But uh, I aint gotta know a nigga to mourn
See a real nigga crying is torture
Get the candles and the drinks
We gon’ have our own wake on the corner
You could just vision
All of the memories
Hennesy guzzling and you buggin’
Because you was just with him
God called for his son it was time
You got a beef with the Lord
Wish you’d a saw him just one last time
Some think that nothin’ about it is good
He got what every nigga dreams of, he’s out of the hood
So why we all sit in the hood cryin’ liquor
He’s in heaven laughing like “look at my niggaz”
They all sobbing, them tears aint stopping
God throw em a sign and let ‘em know I’m watching
Time passes and things get poppin
Like he woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option
It’s back to old times as if he just popped in
If you had to take somebody Jesus not him
All my real niggaz put a lighter in the air
There’s a fighter in the air
That cloud right there
And I know my time is coming like everybody elses
(But) But by then I hope that everybody felt this
Always that one hateful nigga make it seem like everybody’s jealous
Somebody here don’t like me breathin’
I know somebody here’s tryna spite me steamin’
Spite how I ride these Sprees and dap me
Go in to projects, at the end of the night I’m leavin’
One of my old mans who’s now burnt out
Might off me, never know how things turn out
Cuz even your close friends is still ya,
Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential killer
That’s called taking the bitter with the sweet
The skip with the verse
The gift with the curse
Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse
But I’ll die for this rap shit, clips will disperse
Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed
Murder you lethal (So)
So don’t watch if the convertible bleeds you
Take your pick with the clips
How you want it, reversible or see-through?
I be another locked dog in the fort
Another wake on the corner it will be all my fault
Another body inside the Caddy
That’ll make my Moms right cuz I’ll be in jail just like Daddy
Daddy come home, something ain’t right
I think the Lord bout to call pawn Uncle Mike
Mike got high and he wasn’t too strong
Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn’t be long
Said in another six months he’ll be gone
Pops still play that one gospel song every morn’
Stopped gettin’ high so it’s no more pipe
And they found medicine that would extend his life
Years past and, Mike’s still here he’s not hurt
Gospel song every morn’ it’s funny how God works
Wait! He’s got the disease, he’s different again
He’s starting to get sick and shit’s missing again
Now that monthly check he’s spending again
Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again
Dad, Mike sprung
And God put the cancer in his lungs like
Fuck that cure you had a choice
Disease is so cunning when you trippin’ high
You can’t throw away the gift of life
Nigga you take it or leave it
Nigga play it to keep it
Nigga sacred treat it
Cuz if the Lord come take it you heated
No funeral homes, not for you
And I don’t really wanna visit in the hospital
Don’t wanna see you like that cuz I’mma be too scared
I’d rather meet my own demise and meet you there
God I can’t make pretend
At least take me first so I ain’t gotta see you take my friends
Some things I can’t even figure, like why you had to take him for?
Come on God answer me nigga!
Another tattoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a month
Another family shattered, in tears
Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers
For all the things we still feelin’
Cuz on a nice day when the sky’s clear I almost see y’all staring
Extend your arm, take this pound
To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down
C’mon The butt of the grin/joke in will often be the prison authorities