[Talking]

You need me to peal ya banana? Rock the bandana?

Scared to come to Detroit? Runnin', hidin' cracked out

Witcha momma. While you play witcha baby dolls and

Pajamas, don't letcha moms getcha brains blew out

Wit' the cannon. I know you scared. Oh you scared

You scared. I know you scared. Oh you scared, you

Scared. Check this out...



It's about time you turned this off

'Cuz I'ma go and get my sawed-off

And drink some fuckin' Smirnoff

And blow ya fuckin' head off

So much blood can't get the red off

You're better really dead off

Say the wrong thing can set a war off

Like Hitler, Adolf

It's a thin line between showin' love and settin' hate off

Pushin' powder for power, takin' cream from cowards

I would hate to not clock every hour

Something wicked comes this way-off

So you better pray-off

For another day, if not you might be shot

Wit' the AK-off

Die when the bullets spray off

Jesus Christ, you begged for ya life twice

When the mortician embalmed ya body he took ya ice

In the coffin people often said you looked nice

Witcha Royal Blue suit on, half ya face gone

It's time to pay up when the bodies catch the spray up

Evil that's still in these streets still won't allow me to put the K up

When the dope don't weigh up, these bitches wanna lay up

All in the D Spot and get the streets hot

The narcos roll around here lookin' for the crooks

The hatas live around here give me dirty looks

I heard some hatas plottin' wanna kick my door in

'Cuz I gots more ends then all of ya hoe-ass kins

Oh no, can't trust nobody, this game is deadly

And murder's on my mind inside my musical medley

And I



(Chorus)

Skydive, just