Who is this I see?
Comin` through it`s like 3
On the a.m.
I`ma rob this nigga
When I`m done
I`ma slay `im
For bein` stupid
Like comin` through
After 1 or 2
And havin` a gun that he couldn`t get to yeah
That`s what I`ll do
Foolish niggaz learn the hard way
And I teach `em
Be in the wrong place at the wrong time
And I reach `em
Like take a stand niggaz test you
When yo gun goes off
So I keep `em scatterin` like roaches
When the light comes on
>From night `til dawn
Right from wrong
Oh no way
357 slugs wit` a snub nose trey-8
Settin` all them issues straight
Squashin` all beefs
To the point where the police
Flockin` all streets
They got me trapped off in a buildin`
You know how dat go
I stay fuckin` wit` a hood rat
`Til I run up in a rap ho
Go through the hall way
See police, face to face
But bein` I`m tellin` you the story
Means I caught another piece
It`s either you or me
And more than likely
It`s gon` be you, then me
Feel me yo
Day 2 of the saga
This fuckin` drama, continues
I`m wakin` up like every 2 hours
Lookin` out my windows
Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
Just in case
They wanna bust in I`ll bust them
And I`m gunnin` for the face
What a waste of potential
Is what my teachers used to tell me
`You can always get a job`
That weak shit they tried to sell me
Got me nowhere but broke and
Fucked up in the game
But now I got a name
And niggaz know my name
Knock at the door
`Police, we`re lookin` for a man
Who killed a couple of cops last night
And the reward is 10 grand`
I play like a bitch
It`s just me here, and I`m not dressed
And that guy sounds kinda dangerous
I hope you make an arrest
That was a close one
Now I know I gotta get outta, the city
`Cuz I`m hotta then lava
I`ll holla tomorro`
Hit my dog on the horn he like
`Fuck you done did?
They done ran up in my crib nigga
Pattin` down my kid`
Put the harness on the dog
Load up the weapons
Murder`s on my mind
No half-steppin`
Mother fuckers want war
You can get it
`Cuz I`m tired of runnin`
Remember me as the nigga that
Died gunnin`
Kamikaze mission
C-4 strapped to the chest
Run up in that joint raw dog
Fuck the vest
They can keep theirs
Because it won`t be the slugs
That`ll kill `em
It`ll be the raw o` the C-4
`Cuz I`m bringin` down the building
When I go
I`m takin` a bunch of the mother fuckers wit` me
I aint sittin` around
Waitin` for them faggot niggaz to come and get me
I`ll bring it to `em
Service wit` a smile
What nigga?
Didn`t know a dog wit` rabies
Was in the cut nigga?
But now that you finally findin` out
What this shit means
I`m at the precinct
On 116th
Run up in there open up my jacket
You mother fuckers lookin` for me?
Well here I am
Now you comin` wit` me
