[Intro: Bishop, Raheem, and Q from the 1992 film Juice (Sampled)]
Q: You ain't sayin' nothin now right big man?
Bishop: Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Q: Fuck you man!
Raheem: Yo chill!
Bishop: Yo fuck chill! Check yourself Q, you gotta snap some collars to let them muthafuckas know you here to take them out any time you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!
[Hook: TUT]
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
While another get lit up
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer [x2]
[Verse 1: TUT]
Uh, I got the women hypnotized like I'm Biggie, Biggie
Rollin the grams of the sticky icky
Sho' nuff I just rode the block, I rolled up in a coupe where the roof just fold up, the truth just showed up
Boys don't understand that you could be the man if you just grow up
Comin' around tryna post up
Frontin' like they all know us
See it's The House, bitch, we mean business
We see binges, we want riches, we want all our niggas out of the prisons
We want our families to eat like fat bitches, we wanna pull up in black and white benzes and retro white and black 6s
Who is this, I don't even know who the author is cause I ain't write this huh
Real shit we inspire these niggas and in spite of you niggas I'm still doin' better than a lot of you niggas
I still get my shine like a light in you niggas
I stand tall so I gotta love the high to you niggas
You negroes, many ya'll wanna grow to my knee but I digress let me ease your stress and roll up this weed, RIP
Q: You ain't sayin' nothin now right big man?
Bishop: Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Q: Fuck you man!
Raheem: Yo chill!
Bishop: Yo fuck chill! Check yourself Q, you gotta snap some collars to let them muthafuckas know you here to take them out any time you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!
[Hook: TUT]
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
While another get lit up
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer [x2]
[Verse 1: TUT]
Uh, I got the women hypnotized like I'm Biggie, Biggie
Rollin the grams of the sticky icky
Sho' nuff I just rode the block, I rolled up in a coupe where the roof just fold up, the truth just showed up
Boys don't understand that you could be the man if you just grow up
Comin' around tryna post up
Frontin' like they all know us
See it's The House, bitch, we mean business
We see binges, we want riches, we want all our niggas out of the prisons
We want our families to eat like fat bitches, we wanna pull up in black and white benzes and retro white and black 6s
Who is this, I don't even know who the author is cause I ain't write this huh
Real shit we inspire these niggas and in spite of you niggas I'm still doin' better than a lot of you niggas
I still get my shine like a light in you niggas
I stand tall so I gotta love the high to you niggas
You negroes, many ya'll wanna grow to my knee but I digress let me ease your stress and roll up this weed, RIP
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