Lyrics
Marcus raine, shout-out to my dead partners, i m livin in fear
Niggas with uzi s and hella niggas with pumps, i went to his house to get me a sack
But why should it jump, o.g. s they got much love, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
I po out the forty and hit the strip in my ride, plan b jessie was his name
rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
Strange car drove up that s when the pistols went pop, i m livin in fear
seen a nigga get blasted his bloody foot in his shoe
ready to spray do a nigga up proper
should i pull on the trigger and we bell on these niggas
hope y all tear this thang knahi msayin
I make all my money from slangin ounces of coke, i ain t forgot about you either
I ain t forgot about you homie, and let down the top cause my top drop
when i was young i had the lust to pull the trigger
Johnny b whassup clay, and when i die i know i m dyin with a bullet y all
Rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall, he better have the clout
I ain t forgot about you homie, should i roll up the endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor
C-e r-i-p rest in peace nigga, when i was young i had the lust to pull the trigger
Six slugs in the chest, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall RIP, cause i m strapped thinkin about my nigga took out in the game
Niggas be rollin up on me and loadin the clip and say i m slippin, i shot at the bitch cuz she was fiend
Rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
my memorials of my dead niggas on the wall
Should i roll up the endo hit throw up drunk offa liquor, and when i die i know i m dyin with a bullet y all
i shot at the bitch cuz she was fiend
Yeah whassup clean, did my boy in good chopped him up with the chopper
Yeah whassup clean, see some more from the north johnny b from the crew, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall
I po out the forty and hit the strip in my ride, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall Spice, y all know nothin about big round sink knahi msayin
and i m packin a nine and i m not trippin
The bag the body the body the bag, o.g. s they got much love, johnny b whassup clay
I ll pimp it just like a ho, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall Spice, and when i die i know i m dyin with a bullet y all
from forties to funerals from chronic to zag s
yeah whassup clean
