Artist: E.S.G. f/ Duane Harris
Album:  Everyday Street Gangsta
Song:   R.I.P.
Typed by: Lil Hustle

(*talking*)
Chad Butler we miss ya baby, know I'm tal'n bout
Late great Pimp C, hold up mayn
We gon' chunk a deuce for Michael Jackson one time
Not just the King of Pop but the King ya feel me, yeah
Blow one for that boy Steve McNair, know I'm tal'n bout
Todd Profit, love ya mayn, know I'm saying this real
This from the heart baby

[Hook: Duane Harris - 2x]
I, did a lot of dirt before
And I, put in work before
And I, don't wanna hurt no more
Cause I'm tired of the streets, and I'm tired of the feds
And I'm tired of my homies, always ending up dead

[E.S.G.]
Game say Biggie's listening, and Pac is watching
Where Fat Pat is still rapping, and Screw is still chopping
H.A.W.K. keep playing Madden, Big Steve rolling a sack
While Tino and J-Dillo, working on a new track
Now Big Pun in the booth, Jam Master Jay on the set
While Aaliyah and Left Eye, working on dance steps
Now Lil' Tree and Chris Paul, Ricorta Lopez
Tweety Bird, Kevin Martin, and that Taylor Red
My grandma Ms. Sponse, Auntie Em and Uncle Ev
A lot of homies gone, say Big Mello hate ya dead
See some in the state, and the federal pen
This is it I miss ya dog, till I see you again
They gave Nick Shorts twenty, with no parole
I ain't seen E.B., since I was twenty years old
And Robert James gone, man it's hard as hell
Watch the cops they'll kill ya, ask Shawn Bell I'm hurting mayn

[Hook - 2x]

[E.S.G.]
Mo' money mo' problems, haters bring you down
Family members beefing, yep look at James Brown
Finally put him in the ground, life's a bitch mayn
Roll the kush for Bob Marley, and my dog Rick James
To my homies on death row, I know ya feeling me
Ol' racist ass judge, won't grant ya clemency
I'm a legend independently, I done seen it all
F.B.I. and the DEA, middle finger to em all
Now Sadaam been dead, but we smoke real frightening
And my soldiers still dying, tell me why we still fighting
For Martin Luther King, back to Malcolm X
Now Lil' Chris got fifteen, so Lord who's next
Michael Wade and Pyrex, trying to whip em a zone
Be 2028, 'fore Lil' Joe get home
Now this more than a song, trying to survive for real
If the cops don't kill ya, jackers and gangbangers will I'm hurting mayn

[Hook - 2x]

(*Duane Harris singing*)
R.I.P. Screw, R.I.P. Marrow
Eddie Robinson, H-A-Dub-K
P-A-T, Big Steve, and the homie Mob D
R.I.P. We gon' miss y'all
We gon' morn ya till we join, yeah
R.I.P. to my G's, who didn't survive
R.I.P. to my G's, who didn't survive
Yeah, R.I.P. to my G's who didn't survive

(*talking*)
For my girl Jamie Williams, know I'm saying
Stinker B, Lil' Avery R.I.P. mayn
We love ya Big Moe, H.A.W.K. man