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Les paroles de R.I.P.

Artiste:

Dirty

Album:

Miscellaneous

Titre:

R.I.P.

Date d'ajout:

18/10/2007

Votes:

Vues:

407 fois

Paroles:

(Spoken by the Gangsta)

Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a

nd all them homegirls

out there that done passed away

Dirty boys dedicate this rhyme to you

that let you know

how much love we got for you.

So from here on out let your soul have a peceful journey

One

love!

(Pimp)

Now I got love for my homies who done shed blood for my homies

In

the night sometimes I wish I coulda took slugs for my homies

But they gone now and you better

believe I cried my tears

Maybe the way y'all died it'll make me change the life I live

Like my homie Juwan Tobin raised in the village of guilt

It's like the whole world stopped

spinning my boy when you got killed

and Rico Maye...maaan why you had to depart

I remember

riding our bikes around Cedar Park until it got dark

and found lil' shot up Jordan they found

your body parked in the car

I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars

an ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay

cause with fluid on your lungs you died

in the strangest way

You was my second cousin so I miss you every day

The beautifullest

thing in this world to see your smiiling face

and Fred and Isaac damn I hate y'all died like

that

taking slugs in your back cause your truck got jacked

but lil' Isaac boy I wish you

woulda had on a vest

and until this day I know your soul holdin' down the crest

and Peanut

and Beesy both of y'all died for some girls

Yo' mama brought you here but haters took you out

of this world

and Damon Frank from here on out we gonna hold your name down

The love you

had for Hundred Station, Smiling Coat and Gumptown

and lil' Poony your soldier name was Eddie

Hell

and all my thugs in Riverside gave you the truest fairwell

and that's for real!

[Chorus(both)]

Now some people come and some people go

But how you leave this world

young playa don't nobody know

I see your chest up out the casket not on the floor

I'm

asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go

Now everytime I hit that wood I blow

smoke in the sky

I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get high

I see your mama

shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes

I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions

why you had to die

(Gangsta)

It's been a struggle everyday just trying to fight to

survive

It's like the Gump ain't been the same since my homies done died

Now Torio that

was my boy since elementary days

I blow smoke for you in the air every time I get blazed

When Meatball took that fall I just couldn't even cope

The last time I seen my boy was down in

juvenile court

I tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side

Don't be

scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride

Juwan Turner got killed man I can't take it

no more

I might be wrong but I don't think it was my homie time to go

When lil' Junior

died the Westside got out of control

We miss that brother soul how much he'll never know

Oh and reminiscing on my boy lil' Khatto

I know you in that paradise cause that's where all

the g's go

Pour out some liquor for my homies no I'm spitting these rhymes

Cause pouring

out some alcohol can't tell you how I feel inside

The days that we spent without your

presence around

For all them players who didn't make it we gonna hold this thing down

Until we meet again homies cause it ain't gonna be here

I guess I'll see y'all in the heavens

where all the real g's live

and that's for real

(Chorus)

Now some people come

and some people go

But how you leave this world young playa don't nobody know

I see your

chest up out the casket not on the floor

I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had

to go

Now every time I hit that wood I blow smoke in the sky

I know you closer to cloud 9

my boy so go on and get high

I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her

eyes

I'm asking the Lord the same ole questions why you had to die

(Pimp)

Now

as I walk through the valley with the shadows of death

My homies gone so I'm walkin this valley

all by myself

We miss our boy lil' Willie so much he was like a brother to us

I know you

watching the world telling God how tight we was

You might be gone but you ain't dead I feel

your soul by my side

Asking me to check on your grandma to make sure she's alright

I know

it ain't nothing I can say right now that can bring your life back

I don't even hate the boy

who killed you I'm gonna let God handle that

Cause who am I

to judge a man for his sin and

his faith

the only thing I can do for Willie right now is change my ways

It's gonna be

hard cause I'm a young playa that loves to get paid

Until that day I'm gonna pimp whores until

I go to my grave

(Gangsta)

Now as I sit and reminisce upon my boy and all the things

we been through

Who knew this early in our lifetime that the Lord would choose you

How

can I make this pain I can't take itit's breaking me down inside

I'm asking the Lord to bless

your soul as I wipe the tears from my eyes

I find it hard continuing life without you walking

this earth

I guess we all gonna have to face death as an answer for birth

But where you're

resting now you're free from all these criminal minds

I can't lie I'm kinda glad you're free

from these struggling times

But yet and still I don't understand why you had to go so soon

My deepest sympathy goes to your family for your loss was a harsh wound

So Rest In Peace lil

Willie Dickerson another homie to mourn

But I can't wait until Judgement Day when all our souls

can rejoin

(Chorus)

Now some people come and some people go

But how you leave

this world young playa don't nobody know

I see your chest up out the casket not on the

floor

I'm asking my Lord the same ole questions why you had to go

Now every time I hit

that wood I blow smoke in the sky

I know you closer to cloud 9 my boy so go on and get

high

I see your mama shaking her head and wiping her tears from her eyes

I'm asking the

Lord the same ole questions why you had to die

(Spoken by the Pimp)

...and that's

that Dirty Love we got for all them lost souls that done passed away

in the Gump and we also

dedicate this album to our close homeboy

Willie Dickerson

Rest in Peace my boy

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