R.I.P. - Lil Poppa, 42 Dugg

Damn it, Franchise, you did it again

Iceberg want a bag, bitch

Why these niggas payin' for attention?

Puttin' me in they mentions

Playin' like we don’t stand on business

Shit, all the opps been missin'

Bag on my head, come get it

Bet not be no less than fifty

Better send your best to get me

Guaranteed he restin' with me

Can’t lie, I’m 3D high

Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me

Can’t fuck with me in the streets

So try their best to diss me

Them niggas round ain’t even your niggas

Right price, I’ll have them flip you

Every week youngin gotta new pistol

Smashed he don’t give a fuck who with you

Hold on, I’m talkin' too much, I’m trippin'

I ain’t goin' back and forth I’m busy

Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it

Go wherever I want in my city

Pop out no less than fifty

Pop out, don’t think he slippin'

3.5 my blunt, I’m trippin'

Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me

Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga

Why he died?

Wish he was with me

I ain’t goin' out behind these bitches

You’ll die before I let you trick me

And you ain’t the one doing the killin'

Let me hush, I’ma mind my business

I don’t need another nigga ridin' with me

Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy

Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me

Ten on a nigga head, Mike Bibby

And free KK, we miss 'em

Think I even signed the petition

I’m out west ridin' with a killer

When I talk he don’t even wanna listen

He don’t even want the money this personal

But if he get a headshot, I’m tippin'

I got blood on these, I’m drippin'

Doughboy, can’t go like Ricky

His homeboy ain’t make it to Christmas

He doing that dissin', he trippin'

I don’t know what he on, can’t pay me to listen

I heard your lil' song, come pay me a visit

Free CP3 up out of that prison ain’t ran down on a nigga

In a minute I know he miss it

Ayy, Desi Block die behind my blizzy

Like on the Ave, this shit get litty

Ayy, I heard Jalen left his mans

That wasn’t the plan but they ain’t finished

I want 'em all, same sentence

R.I.P.

my dawgs and I meant it

And they gone say the gang did it

Ain’t no sense of hidin' this shit, let’s get it

Hold on, I’m talkin' too much, I’m trippin'

I ain’t goin' back and forth I’m busy

Say you wanna go to war, I’m with it

Go wherever I want in my city

Pop out no less than fifty

Pop out, don’t think he slippin'

3.5 my blunt, I’m trippin'

Can’t let a nigga rest in piss me

Get high thinkin' 'bout my nigga

Why he died?

Wish he was with me

I ain’t goin' out behind these bitches

You’ll die before I let you trick me

And you ain’t the one doing the killin'

Let me hush, I’ma mind my business

I don’t need another nigga ridin' with me

Just me, Lil Quez and that Glizzy