(feat. Ccg, Silkk The Shocker)



[Master P]

Rest in peace fool



[Pouring liquor out]



[Master P]

This for all my niggas that ain't here



[Hook x2]

R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone

Rest in peace to my homies that done made it home



[Master P]

R-I-P to Danny and Darnelle

I reminice on when my broter Kevin got killed

I can't sleep, I know it's sad

One day they gon' put P up in a body bag

I watch movies like "Ghost"

Wonderin' if my brother really know who slit his motherfuckin' throat

And when they gone, y'all thought it was a poem

And the ghetto's tryin' to kill me, I'm still tryin' to make it home

And mama cry and daddy say son realize

Just remember one day we all gotta die

I can't trip, I'm sinkin' with this ship

In the projects you know it's one big battlefield

Where everybody don't give a fuck about another life

And lil' kids don't give a fuck about another life

They quick to put chu' to that other game

And if you lose in that battlefield then that's yo ass man

And yo life is sinkin' on with them other niggas

Cause they dead and gone now, what the fuck is goin' on



[Hook x2]



[CCG]

To underestimate, you see ya own fate

You straight gettin' poped in the "Show-Me State"

Two slugs to the face, man brace yourself

While other cats view the body at the wake

And I hate to think about what we gonna miss out on

Knowin' yo ass is gone

Cause I know we gonna miss em'

And I hate the fact that a brother done passed on

The things we do, we gotta deal with

Can ya feel it on the reala

Watchin' the blood spill from the veins of a real one

R-I-P cause ya could've been a G

And still alive to kick it with me

Never let it fade cause ya locked in a grave

R-I-P to my homies



[Hook x2]



[CCG]

I'm constantly surrounded by death

And my city's so scandalous

So I step with a half, cockin' that stainless steel

Cause I feel that I have to be strapped

Cause I learned from all of my dead folks mishaps

A lot of my dogs took a fall

Cause of a flaw on the streets when concernin' mail

Between two brothers, been homies forever

When lookin' past the yellow tape, fool I can't tell

This is the world I live in

My world is consumed by chaos

Makin' me not want to get too close to folks

In fear of the pain I'll feel

When another's called off, hauled off

In a Caddy brown tryin' to hang on, let em' go

I shed a few tear, I spilled some beer

And appear to be at peace

But inside I'm so cold

Cause I think of how my homie caught slugs to the mug

And I can't let that be me

Keep ya memory close to my heart

So may ya soul rest in peace



[Hook x2]



[Silkk the Shocker]

Now why life be so hard

I beend down with these wars

Since Ses, my ace caught a slug to the chest

From a tech and I hope he finally at rest

See that's why I didn't cry when my homie died, Lord hear me

Too many murderers and drug dealers and killers standin' in me

Lord forgive me

I'm bout ready to check it out but I'ma stick it out like a G

Cause it's a sin for me to kill myself

And I won't let a nigga kill me

I'ma try to hold on to these memories

But it seems all my homies done changed since elementary

Now life is the same as death and that's kind of bad to me

For every non-black males born one dies, that's kind of like sad to see

I lost my brother behind some jealousy

Not stayin' on his toes, livin' carelessly

From the cradle to grave I always see a better day

R-I-P to my G's and I hope they in a better place



[Hook x2]



[Master P talking]

Yeah this for all my motherfuckin' true soldiers

That's gone with the wind ya know what I'm sayin'

All my niggas that restin' in peace

Hope y'all in a better place homie

Cause it's hell on Earth nigga, know what I'm sayin'

We see y'all in the crossfire

For all my true soldiers, rest in peace fool

And uh, No Limit till I die

See y'all niggas on the other side

R-I-P to my homies that are dead and gone

And to all my niggas Down South hustlin

Just remember stack ya mail, live life to the fullest

Cause ya can't take none of this shit with ya

And always keep ya eye on the enemy

Might be ya best friend but watch yourself homie

Oh yeah, the most important thing never trust a bitch

Cause a bitch only out for the money

Know what I'm sayin'

Remember that though

Yeah playa R-I-P