fists, AR's, AK's and them twos And they will gladiate all day, what it do? R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my G's on lockdown Stick with it, think
up, I'd be in the Aftermath Bumpin' gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash 'Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C, to D.P.G Started from that S.O.B, D R E Like
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
This one's for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A message to God Since you finishin' 'em early, what possessed you to start him? We made a vow, later we'll regret
grade I went straight to college Down with the kings on the mic, a full swinger The P to the R, not an R n' B singer The R to the U N D MC'n The fly
' down and put 'em back on they feet? Because they would've done the same for me Why do I put it down for the streets and my R.I.P's? (Ooh, and I like
brains on drugs, investigate a over resperator rain unplugged, since im ballin rhyme they all in mine for this one love, u aint knowing this R&G prodegy
[Chorus] Game tight with the shit we pop One love to real niggaz cause the game don't stop From the T-R-U to the D-P-Gs From the Firm to the Wu-Tang
-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
win it (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) In other words, there ain't no stoppin No Limit (hit em up, get em up, stick em up) Master P, Mercedez, T-R
Detroit from my head to my feet. Fuck with me, I'll leave you six feet deep R.I.P. TommyGunn he was a funny One he kept it G-Unot ! [Chours] [Lil' Jon
, we g's and dress like we serve keys On the block where we chopped rocks, we copped and made g's Down to die for each other Cause you and I for each
I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick
' me 'cause I ball hard, on parole in a Double-R Fifty to a hundred G's and jewels on wrists, nigga we ghetto stars Shit my niggaz spent G's and push
around, to put the buck down Compton 24/7, g'yeah, stay the hell down We clown on the daily Others try and fade the West but they must be crazy I'm representin G
fear death My only fear of death is comin' back, reincarnated This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P. And Big Kill, R.I.P. And all you other O.G.'s, who
wanna see me R.I.P? Empty da clip inna nigga before i D-I-E Prayin on my downfall like B.I.G. I be in da cockpit ridin dirty like T.I.P. Popo pull me