R.I.P. Jil'

Hey, what's up shorty, what's up? (What's up?)
You know, I know things, you know, went down the wrong way and all
But you know it's all good, you gon' be alright
Shit like that happen all the time
You know, if you need us, we here, you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Just give us a call
Keep your head up (Alright)
It's all good
Ayo, Mia
What's up?
You ready to do this?
About as ready as I'll be
Look, uh, let's take some deep breaths
We gon' get this thing goin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Here we go
Nothin', dude, you could, uh, give me a little bass in my headphones?
That's cool
Turn my mic up a little bit?
Alright, that's good?
It's all good
We're goin' to, yeah

Rest in peace, my girl, Jill, you done made it home
Although I know you wasn't ready and I miss you, funk
On many days, you know I cried for you, chick (I cried)
Because a part of me died with you, chick
Rest in peace, my girl, Jill, you done made it home
Although I know you wasn't ready and I miss you, funk
On many days, you know I cried for you, chick (I cried)
Because a part of me died with you, chick

And I don't know which way to go sometimes
My mind be in a daze and I be stressin'
'Cause I know I'll never find a friend
Like you, who was so true
You always came real, God knows I miss you, Jill
And it's so hard to say goodbye
Because I know you wasn't ready and that nigga wasn't right
To take your life and make me hurt this way
And make your mama cry like she did on that Mother's Day
And every day on since you've been gone
Forever, I'll be bitter and forever shall I mourn you
Because it just wasn't cool (Wasn't cool)
I pray them niggas hear your voice and
See your face with their every move
I'm in a dismal mood
And my niggas in the clique be tryna deal with my attitude
Because they know that I am hurtin'
And they know I wanna see some niggas under this Earth and
I know it won't bring you back
But it would make it all even, best believe and I can deal with that
My number one road cat, Ace, Deuce
Don't you know if he kills me, I'm gon' make them niggas feel you?
With everything I do
They gon' think of true playas in the game who died like you
Yo, when I hear gunshots
I feel my blood start to boil thinkin' how my girl's heart dropped
And stopped and got her soul up out of her body
And took her to a whole 'nother world
But I know my girl gon' watch me
And make sure I still drop them hits
And make sure I still talk pure Cash Money shit
But I wish just one more time, she and I
Could jump in the 'retta and take another ride
With our hair on hit
Dooney & Bourkes on our side in our DKNY fits
Kickin' pimpsta shit (Pimpsta shit)
Kept them niggas on the clip, kept them bitches catchin' fits
That's why I'll never forget
But I'll accept that God want a real sister in his heavenly clique

Rest in peace, my girl, Jill, you done made it home
Although I know you wasn't ready and I miss you, funk
On many days, you know I cried for you, chick (I cried)
Because a part of me died with you, chick
Rest in peace, my girl, Jill, you done made it home
Although I know you wasn't ready and I miss you, funk
On many days, you know I cried for you, chick (I cried)
Because a part of me died with you, chick (Yeah)

This goes out to the memory of my number one homegirl
My best friend, Jill Stamford
Rest in peace, chick
I know you up in heaven, doin' them sisters' hair and things like that
I know you lookin' down on me, watchin' me
And I know you know what I'm feelin'
It's hard for me to imagine
Goin' on without you, you know?
But I guess I have to
Because everybody have their destiny
But we gon' be together forever
In this world and the next world
And all the sisters out there that lost they homegirls
Peace out to you, and we gon' be alright
Rest in peace