Rest in Peace (In the Air)

Lyrics

[Intro] Chea, oh Chea, uh Chea, talk to 'em Chea, G.C., rest in peace Mojo, rest in peace Champ gon' rest in peace Little Reg gon' rest in peace [?] Slick Senior, rest in peace Keith gon' rest in peace [Chorus] I need all y'all to rest in peace All my niggas rest in peace, I need all y'all I need all y'all to rest in peace All my niggas gon' rest in peace [?] [Verse] I know my dead homies watching upon us But uh, I ain't gotta know a nigga to mourn To see a real nigga crying is torture Get the candles and the drinks, we gon' have our own wake on the corner You could just vision (what?) all of the memories Hennessy guzzlin' and you buggin' (why?,) because you was just with him God called for his son, it was time You got a beef with the Lord, wish you just saw 'im just one last time Some think that nuttin' about it is good He got what every nigga dreams of, he's out of the hood So why we all sit in the hood cryin' liquor He's in heaven laughing like, "Look at my niggas They all sobbing, them tears ain't stopping God, throw 'em a sign that let 'em know I'm watching Time passes and things get poppin' Like he woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option It's back to old times as if he just popped in If you had to take somebody, Jesus, not him All my real niggas put a lighter in the air There's a fighter in the air, that cloud right there And I know my time is comin' like Everybody elses, (but) but by then I hope that everybody felt this, always that one Hateful nigga make it seem like everybody's jealous Somebody here don't like me breathin' I know somebody here's tryna spite me steamin' 'Spite how I ride these sprees and dap me Goin' to projects at the end of the night, I'm leavin' One of my old mans who's now burnt out Might off me, never know how things turn out 'Cause even your close friends'll steal ya Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po—tential killer That's called taking the bitter with the sweet The skip with the verse, the gift with the curse Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse But I'd die for this rap shit, clips will disperse Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed Murder you lethal, (so) so don't watch If the convertible bleeds you Take your pick with the clips, how you want it: reversible or see-through? I be another locked dog in the fort And another wake on the corner will be all my fault Another body inside the Caddy That'll make my moms right, 'cause I'll be in jail just like daddy Daddy come home, somethin' ain't right I think the Lord 'bout to call 'pon Uncle Mike Mike got high and he wasn't too strong Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn't be long Said in another six-months he'll be gone Pops still play that one gospel song e'ry morn' Stopped gettin' high, so it's no more pipe And they found medicine that would extend his life Years pass and Mike's still here, he's not hurt Gospel song e'ry morn', it's funny how God works Wait! He's got the disease, he's different again He's starting to get sick and shit's missing again Now that monthly cheque he's spending again Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again Dad, Mike's sprung and God put the cancer in his lungs Like, "Fuck that cure, you had a choice" Disease is so cunning when you trippin' high You can't throw away the gift of life, nigga, you take it or leave it Nigga play it to keep it, nigga, sacred, treat it 'Cause if the Lord come take it you heed it No funeral homes, not for you And I don't really wanna visit in the hospital Don't wanna see you like that, 'cause I'ma be too scared I'd rather meet my own demise and meet you there God, I can't make pretend At least take me first, so I ain't gotta see you take my friends Some things I can't even figure, like why you have to take him for? Come on, God, answer me, nigga Another tattoo, another name sprayed On the back window of the car for a month Another family shattered, in tears Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers Of all the things we still feelin', 'cause on a nice day When the sky's clear I almost see y'all staring Extend your arm, take this pound To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down C'mon [Chorus: Phil Collins (Sampled)] And I can feel it Coming in the air tonight Oh Lord Well I've been waiting for this moment For all my—