He got the slip on you)

This how it went down...

I had to undergo therapy not surgery

the nigga wetted me but he didn't murder me

dun I survived

he thought that I died

now it's time to throw the nine clip in mission revenge

once was friends now that shit's dead

that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head

so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread

and told Dread I want the pussy clot shot dead

that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo

hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo

he hit me in the chest

lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh

right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck

and I was type-scared to death

yo, I blacked out

I woke up, my man had the mac out

said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt

he told me to rest

I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec

in case a muthafucker flex

I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped

and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch

yo, shit is real, I feel better

word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega

the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin'

I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin'

his man started dymin'

said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him

cool, tell my man to drop the kid off

soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off

now that's one down, one nigga to go

just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o

now it's time to get even,

we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin

oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven

my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11

I specialize in war

now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four

I said "yo son, ya games over"

I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower

he started wettin back

I caught him in his fuckin back

when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed

he just a dead man walking

ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking

(gunshot