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The Game - R.I.P. Story Lyrics

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  • [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 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.
  • [Chorus]
  • I swear to God, these niggas runnin' so *****in' 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 chasin' mother*****ers 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!"
  • [Chorus]

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