Rest in Peace - DMG

What’s up Chief?

Oh man.

man… what time is it man?

It’s early man

Man fuck… what’s happenin'?

Shit got some bad news for ya man…

What’s that?

Mad Ron got smoked man

Damn, uh uh man you lyin?!

Oh man… damn, well check this out

Let me call the crib man and check up

I’ll get back to you

Early friday mornin' rings the phone, my cousin Mad Ron was found dead

Frozen in the snow, clothes bloody red

I couldn’t help but bust a cry

'Cause all that I could say is why my nigga mad had to die?

I call my aunt to pay respects to her

And show her my emotions this is how I was sittin' next to her

I’m trippin' 'cause I’m far away from home

And all I’m hearin' from my family is my boy is gone

I’m hurtin' deep in the worst way

My cousin' lost his life on our grandmothers birthday

And this shit is gettin' deep

I try to make it home but I’m in trouble with them police

So when I slip out bow my head down on my head and knees

And pray the lord that the deceased rest in peace

May the deceased rest in peace

Mad Ron rest in peace

Let him rest, but I’ma see you in the next life

To my homies Teddy ----- Chris and dre

All I can do is wish away and do the thangs that a real homie supposed to

Straight on up like push your name in a song or two

Yeah, but still that ain’t enough to bring you back mate

I try my hardest but I still can’t understand mate

Why my niggas had to be the ones to go

And for the people that they grew up with and loved the most

The list is gettin' longer as I go it’s got me paranoid

Thinkin' will I be the next to let it go

I try to do for my kids while I’m here

'Cause when I’m gone, daddy gone

So hold your head up and continue on

And to the niggas that I chill with

Show a nigga love and show him that you down 'till it’s over with

I’m beggin' Jesus Christ please

Let us chill at ease, and let my dead homies rest in peace

But I’ma see you in the next life

May the deceased rest in peace

Let 'em rest

I had a homie who got killed and they tried to blame that shit on me

But it wasn’t me, and now the mothafuckas see

But now it’s too late, they did what they did and gotta live with that

My niggas life got took and nobody can give it back

Just another example of niggas doin' ho' ass shit

You know that type of ho' ass shit that just don’t hit

But what goes around comes around

Do bad shit and bad shit’ll come back that’s what I found

To be true, It’s evident and always will

Niggas who kill will eventually get killed

So chill if you’re out there fuckin' up

You ain’t provin' nathan' runnin' round this mothafucka buckin' up

You just lucked up, and fins yourself six feet deep

Like my nigga Pistol Pete Rest In Peace

Yeah don’t get caught up in the game