Pat Coughlin - RIP lyrics

(Spice 1) Yeah, wha**up? RIP, shout-out to my dead partners (Spice 1) My n***a went crazy he's trapped in a cell He chopped off his fingers and sent them back in the mail If life is a b**h, I'll pimp it just like a ho I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke I shot up a b**h cuz she was fiend She sprayed me with mace and tried to run off with my green I'm livin' in fear, motherf**ers wanna jack when A 187 n***a's best friend is a Mack 10 n***as be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say I'm slippin But I'm in a f**ed up state of mind And I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin Cause I'm strapped thinkin about my n***a took out in the game R-I-P, plan B Jessie was his name So rest in peace, peace my n***a R-I-P (Chorus: Spice 1) R-I-P, R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall Yeah wha**up Clean? I ain't forgot about you homie Johnny B wha**up Clay? I ain't forgot about you either Hope y'all tear this thang knahI'msayin? Big Dave, Jr, Six-O-Mobb, yeah (Spice 1) When I was young I had the lust to pull the trigger So I know how it feels to shoot another n***a Take one of mine I'll take ten of yours You call up your posse I'll call up my boys The funk, it was jumpin', but why should it jump? n***as with Uzi's and hella n***as with pumps Ready to spray do a n***a up proper Did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper See some more from the north Johnny B from the crew Seen a n***a get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe The bag the body the body the bag From forties to funerals from chronic to zag's I'm rollin up one for n***as that died I po out the forty and hit the strip in my ride And let down the top cause my top drop Handle my Glock incase I gotta pop (Chorus: Spice 1) R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall Yeah fool whatta you know about my partners Mark Crowser Y'all know nothin about Erick Ason Y'all know nothin about Big Round Sink knahI'msayin? O.G.'s they got much love, Marcus Raine (Spice 1) My n***a had bomb we called him Big Dave Six slugs in the chest put my boy in the grave I went to his house to get me a sack His brother stood on the porch and told me the facts Strange how it happened he went out for a night Strange car drove up that's when the pistols went pop Should I pull on the trigger and we bell on these n***as? Should I roll up the Endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor? My memorials of my dead n***as on the wall And when I die I know I'm dyin with a bullet y'all But the n***a that take me out, he better have the clout Because my n***as gonna chop your bloody body route You know this n***a ain't afraid to die Just write my name on the wall: Gangsta S-P-I C-E... R-I-P - rest in peace n***a (Chorus: Spice 1) R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead n***as on the wall