First Verse:

My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed

He got holes in his body from a glock full of lead

He said, three motherfuckers that his lady knows

Tried to jack his ass for his 84's

Now in a Ben Taub sick bed, my homie lays up

He got sprayed up, cuz he wouldn't raise

Caught three of the seven of the shots that rang

Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same

It sounds like a job for the uzi gat

And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at?

For a real long time, we been the best of friends

And I'll be damned if a nigga don't get revenge

I feel anger, that I'm no stranger to

Bustin' slugs in they guts just a thang to do

Why they pray for you, come and spray they crew

Got love for my homies, I thought you knew?

He said