R.I.P. Story The Game

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

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