peace..."
 "What? They did kill my nigga Blank..?"

 Put me to sleep  Blank rest in peace
 Put me to sleep  Blank rest in peace
 Put me to sleep  Blank rest in peace
 Put me to sleep  Blank rest in peace

 After I die gonna be a lot of shit
 Cause ain't no telling what my niggas fuck around to do this trick
 Who squeezed the trigga on me
 Cause I squeezed the trigga on his little brotha yesterday
 I can still remember when I shot him
 Voices screaming in my head: oh, my god, damn, it was so simple
 But the very next day I caught 2 to the temple
 I wonder what my family gonna say
 Maybe they was looking for me to die anyway
 You know, my feelings was hurt
 I just got out the penitentiary, now they put me in the dirt
 To make a long story short: I was terrible
 Niggas found no weed when they came to my burial
 Bitches cried as they put me in the ground
 But sometimes I think it was meant for me to lay it down
 I appreciate if you kiss me
 But I ain't gonna have mothafuckas standing, crying over my body
 Just let a nigga sleep
 Fucking with me and shit, how the hell I suppose to rest in peace?
 My son don't know about the tragic
 He's just crying cause they won't let him to play in my casket
 I can see my girl's face, I know she can't stand it
 Looking like a mind's on another planet
 I had a lot of niggas down with me
 Uuuh, I just hope to god they don't forget me
 Yeah, a lot of niggas hated me
 And to see me in a grave is what they wanted to see
 A rough brotha from South Park
 And I blame Illinois for making me hard
 Point Blank is guilty...
 Of being mentally fucked up and that's what killed me
 I like to send peace to a brotha that squeezed the trigga
 Uuuh, he's a bold ass nigga
 And all I got to say:
 I was tired of this bitch ass surf anyway
 I'm out...

 86 dope...dope...dope...

 Put me to sleep, bitch