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letra de r.i.p. story - the game

[hook:]
i gotta sing you rap n-ggas a song before i put you to bed
so close your eyes just one last time as i put you sleep
n-gga rest in peace, you don’t want no beef
don’t make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
rest in peace, you don’t want no beef
don’t make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

[verse 1:]
as i hit corners in that lamborghini swervin’
them doors fly up, look like i’m riding in a bird
so sick, put the 22’s a inch from the curb
watch the n-ggas fade away like the smoke from the herb
so i hop out, in my true religion denim
cause guns my true religion
and my desert eagle’s in ’em
then i pull out;
like i should have did when i was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway
oh well, back to my story
i start shootin’ up the block
they shootin’ up block, “oh sh-t! it’s the cops!”
no is not, (woohoohoohoo)
it’s just the ambulance, put another clip in and let the hammer dance

[hook]

[verse 2:]
i swear to god, these n-ggas runnin’ so f-ckin’ fast that
one n-gga tripped so i shot him in the -ss
“why you make me do that?”
i’m usually a cool cat, like kool herc, kool g, or any other cool n-gga that rap
but i ain’t come to talk, i came for revenge; to avenge the death for my hip-hop friends
i know, i know you never meant to get ’em k!lled, never meant to drive the car
they never handed you the steel
apologize now. i know when you see him you will
but i got one question:
“n-gga how does it feel that they’re going now, and you’re going now?”
put it to his dome, (blaaaow!) he is going home now, bye

[hook]

[verse 3:]
my air force ones are comfortable, but they not built to last
especially when you chasin’ motherf-ckers up and down the ave
n-ggas hit a couple fences, ran through some backyards
and i am not reggie bush, i’m heading back to my car
as i walked around the corner, i was like
“d-mn! los angeles pd’s behind my lam – bo.”
runnin’ my plates, before i can hit the gate
i can hear the cops yelling out, “wait!”
so i turn around, approach my sh-t
he said: “aren’t you the guy that used to sing with 50 cent?”
“why, yes i am.”
that was my reply
“my daughter loves your songs, good day.”
“good bye!”

[hook]

- the game

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