Rest in Peace

What's up, D.M.G.?

What's up, chief? Oh, man, man, what time is it, man?

It's early, man

Man, what's happening?

Shit, got some bad news for you, man

What's that?

Mad Ron done smoked, man

Damn! Uh-uh, man, you lying!

Spit it out, man

Oh, man! Man, well, check this out

Let me call the crib, man, and check on him

Aight

Aight, I'll get back to you

Yeah

Early Friday morning rings the phone

My cousin Mad Ron was found dead

Frozen in the snow, clothes bloody red

I couldn't help but bust a cry

'Cause all that I could say is, "Why my nigga Mad have to die?"

I call my aunt to pay respects to her

And show her my emotions as is I was sitting next to her

I'm tripping 'cause I'm far away from home

And all I'm hearing from my family is my boy's gone

I'm hurting deep in the worst way

My cousin lost his life on our grandmother's birthday

And this shit is getting deep

I try to make it home, but I'm in trouble with them police

So when I sleep, I bow my head down on my hands and knees

And pray the Lord that the deceased rest in peace

May the deceased rest in peace

Mad Ron, rest in peace

Let him rest

But I'ma see you in the next life

To my homies Teddy, Bobo, Dinner and a little Furb, Chris and Dre

Yo, all I can do is wish away

And do the things that a real homie supposed to, straight on up

Like put your name in a song or two, yeah

But still that ain't enough to bring you back, man

I try my hardest, but I still can't understand, man

Why my niggas had to be the ones to go

And part the people that they grew up with and love the most

The list is getting longer as I go

It's got me paranoid, thinking will I be the next to let it go?

I try to do for my kids while I'm here

'Cause when I'm gone, daddy gone, so hold your head up and continue on