Rest In Peace - Black G featuring Iron Pie, Nice One & King K of Murda Street

Please, oh, please Though they're all deceased I beg of you on bended knee Please, oh, please Let them rest in please For once, they start, they never cease You see, here lies good old Fred A great big rock fell on his head And a peaceful rest lies brother Claude Planted here beneath this sod There's the first lady of opera, Haunting Harriet Searched for a tune but never could carry it Poor cousin Maude who never awoke The night her dreams went up in smoke Please, oh, please Though they're all deceased We must beware the spirits' release Rest in peace, cousin Huet We all know you didn't do it Mary wrote mysteries with masterful quill Not knowing the ink of words could kill So, please, oh, please Let them rest in peace Once they start, they never cease And right before your very eyes As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree Creepy creeps with eerie eyes Start to shriek and harmonize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize

It was the best that you could be for me I think we were lucky just to stay alive Even when you had only fire to breathe I know you were only trying to make it right Change everything I've ever known Try once again to let you go If you could go back now would you say it differently If there was no one there would you open up for me If this was the last time that we would ever speak Could we forgive somehow could we let it rest in peace Stories are lost somewhere behind your eyes You are a dying breed you stand alone I couldn't get through no matter how I tried You tore me apart but still I love you so Change everything I've ever known Try once again to let you go If you could go back now would you say it differently If there was no one there would you open up for me If this was the last time that we would ever speak Could we forgive somehow could we let it rest in peace If you could go back now would you say it differently If there was no one there would you open up for me If this was the last time that we would ever speak Could we forgive somehow could we let it rest in peace If you could go back now would you say it differently If there was no one there would you open up for me If this was the last time that we would ever speak Could we forgive somehow could we let it rest in peace

Yeh-eh-eh (Sinfónico) Dio' que me perdone pero rest in peace Soy como Tim Owens, tengo to' lo' cheese Son treciento' mil si me monto en el beat Yo 'toy ma' caliente que el fuego 'e lo' Heat Se van treinta y uno despue' que de el clip Yo le cambio la vida con tan solo un flip Pa' mata' lo' mochino', usare la Sten Sin perde' la costumbre, la siento en la zip Por carro, trеs palo', ni un bueno, to' malo' Dispue'to a salirte a cazar (Cazar), no creemo' Pablo con Gonzalo No tе esconda', te vamo' a buscar, vamo' a darte cuando te veamo' Es cuestión de bajar el cristal, primero te matamo' y despué' arreglamo' Por carro (Carro), tres palo' (Tres palo'), ni un bueno, to' malo' (To' malo') Dispue'to a salirte a cazar (Cazar), no creemo' Pablo con Gonzalo (Gonzalo) No te esconda', te vamo' a buscar (Buscar), vamo' a darte cuando te veamo' Es cuestión de bajar el cristal, primero te matamo' y despué' arreglamo' (Yeh-eh) La calle me ama, y un 4-7 que matan la' gana' Vo'a ser recorda'o si me muero mañana, una diferente pa' to'a la semana (Yeh-eh) La calle me ama, y un 4-7 que matan la' gana' (Auh) Vo'a ser recorda'o si me muero mañana, una diferente pa' to'a la semana (Jajaja, yeh-eh) Cuarenta y siete fule' (Yao), y cuerpo en lo' baule' (Aja) Día y noche balacera, andan activo lo' azule' (Wuh) (Mera Darell, este cabrón se va caer) Y es de seguro (Nah), lo' ratone' como tú, no' bajamo' a darle duro (Prra) A sangre fría, yo vivo matando to' lo' día' (Yoh) Metiéndole bellaco, Real G e' mi compañía Que-Que-Que suban las voce' y la' mezclen con melodía (Jajaja) El enemigo está en el piso y mi pistola está vacía (Yeh-eh) La calle me ama, y un 4-7 que matan la' gana' Vo'a ser recorda'o si me muero mañana, una diferente pa' to'a la semana (Yeh-eh) La calle me ama (Me llama), y un 4-7 que matan la' gana' (Gana') Vo'a ser recorda'o si me muero mañana, una diferente pa' to'a la semana (Yeh-eh)

Like a leaf Caught in the wind he drifted a while With no purpose or direction To his life He tried to get himself together And pacify his mind And forget about the things he'd left behind A cryin' woman He left standing at his door With a two month old baby in her arms His little black book he left torn up on the floor God only knows he never meant to do her wrong A careless weekend On the other side of town Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down And all week long he's tried to phone her But she won't let him explain Now Sunday morning Finds him walking in the rain He sits down In a phone booth and he prays That she'll forgive him And she'll believe he's changed his ways With shaking hands He deposits his last dime And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time Then the sweetest voice He's ever heard says hello "Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home" I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street Is just an ordinary man