[Intro: Bishop, Raheem, and Q from the 1992 film Juice (Sampled)]
Q: You ain't sayin' nothin now right big man?
Bishop: Never thought I'd see the day when you talk like a fuckin' punk
Q: Fuck you man!
Raheem: Yo chill!
Bishop: Yo fuck chill! Check yourself Q, you gotta snap some collars to let them muthafuckas know you here to take them out any time you feel like it! You gotta get the ground beneath your feet, partner, get the wind behind your back and go out in a blaze if you got to! Otherwise you ain't shit! You might as well be dead your damn self!

[Hook: TUT]
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
While another get lit up
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer [x2]

[Verse 1: TUT]
Uh, I got the women hypnotized like I'm Biggie, Biggie
Rollin the grams of the sticky icky
Sho' nuff I just rode the block, I rolled up in a coupe where the roof just fold up, the truth just showed up
Boys don't understand that you could be the man if you just grow up
Comin' around tryna post up
Frontin' like they all know us
See it's The House, bitch, we mean business
We see binges, we want riches, we want all our n***as out of the prisons
We want our families to eat like fat bitches, we wanna pull up in black and white benzes and retro white and black 6s
Who is this, I don't even know who the author is cause I ain't write this huh
Real shit we inspire these n***as and in spite of you n***as I'm still doin' better than a lot of you n***as
I still get my shine like a light in you n***as
I stand tall so I gotta love the high to you n***as
You negroes, many ya'll wanna grow to my knee but I digress let me ease your stress and roll up this weed, RIP
[Hook: TUT]
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
While another get lit up
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer [x2]

[Verse 2: TUT]
Nights so long we all awaitin' the sun's arrival
Lookin' for the men who gunned down the idols
Big and Pac, we ground foes with rifles
And name them bitches that are [?] rappers

[Hook: TUT]
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
While another get lit up
Rest in peace to the killa
Rest in peace to the dealer
Rest in peace to the dealer, rest in peace to the-

[Outro: TUT]
Yeah, Chattown, Chattown, Tennessee
What a week
All I really want is some muhfuckin' cheese
All I really want is
[?] by popular demand, demandin' whatever I want with a gun in my hand
It's seems as if n***as is losin' they souls, havin' a hard time controlling they hoes
Know when to stay when there's traffic at night
Young n***as bringin' they guns to the fight
Not even drivin' they still ridin' on bikes
Wantin' some ice, that shit warp your life
Bro you for pieces, I pray for my foes
We all got hopes and they all got jokes
We look like money and they look like hoes
I got so high that I can't-