(Spice 1)

Yeah, whassup?

RIP, shout-out to my dead partners



(Spice 1)

My nigga went crazy he's trapped in a cell

He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail

If life is a bitch, I'll pimp it just like a hoe

I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke

I shot up a bitch cuz she was fiend

She's spreadin information tryin to run off with my ring

I'm livin' in fear, motherfuckers wanna jack when

A 187 nigga's best friend is a Mack 10

Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say I'm slippin

but I'm in a fucked up state of mind

and I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin

Cause I'm strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game

R-I-P, plan B Jessie was his name

So rest in peace, peace my nigga R-I-P



(Chorus: Spice 1)

R-I-P, R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall

R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall

R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall

Yeah whassup Clean?

I ain't forgot about you homie

Johnny B whassup Clay?

I ain't forgot about you either

Hope y'all tear this thang knahI'msayin?

Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah



(Spice 1)

When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger

So I know how it feels to shoot another nigga

Take one of mine I'll take ten of yours

You call up your posse I'll call up my boys

The funk, it was jumpin', but why should it jump?

Niggas with Uzi's and hella niggas with pumps

Ready to spray do a nigga up proper

Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper

See some more from the north Johnny B from the crew

seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe

The bag the body the body the bag

From fortie