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Gang
All my niggas, man, RIP all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man
Squad
This for y'all, man, Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's

To all my fallen squad (squad)
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon' get high
And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry
'Cause I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga
I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga

Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin' "Fuck Roc Block", send shots at them (baow, baow)
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop 'til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys (my niggas)
So I'm sippin' Rémy, smokin' 50's for my guys (for my niggas)
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain't nobody fuckin' with No Limit in my eyes (gang)

Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, 4's of the lean
R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher
Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (free Joc)
Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December
Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda
'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on
Stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song

Squad
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Ballin' like I'm Kobe
R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
R.I.P. Pistol P, man
For all my niggas gone, man
We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man

R.I.P. my squad
Squad
R.I.P. them niggas, man
Look

I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just for my niggas back
But I know I'll never get 'em back (fuck)
So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (we on it)
And I hear niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (where they at?)
'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here)

Got so many niggas that's hatin', I'on even know 'em (even know 'em)
And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (show 'em)
Can I just get some money? 'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain't even funny (nah)
I know they prolly wanna rob me, they hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won't get nothin' from me (nothin')
From the hellhole where it's full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country (murder capital)
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (gotta get it)

Squad, R.I.P. the L's
Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's)
No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (gang)
R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L
Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin'
Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, 'ppose to be there and they hidden
'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh

This for everybody whoever lost one of your homies, man
Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anything to you, you know?
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Squad