Intro/Chorus:

The last thing that I saw was when he cried

Shot him in the face and walked away before he died

(repeat 4X)

Verse One:

I'm pacin the flo' with the fo' pound

Visualizin graphics while he talkin givin me the low down

My nigga went away in ninety three and died instantly

Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me

I put his photos in my fo' do'

I know where the nigga be kickin it at

Me at him poppin it at the same hoe

My conversation be on royalties

She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me

Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands

And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him

I'ma kill you

Despite the fact that I've been shot before

As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so

Take the lock off the pound like a pro

Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short

Pull up and mad dog his whole crib

Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel

The thrill to kill is unbearable

I told the bitch to close her eyes

Send up the roots give something terrible

The ultimate payback is revenge

TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!

Seventeen shots, top hip-hop

Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you

That's how we serves on this late night

Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight

Chorus

Verse Two:

Now who the fuck I suppose to follow?

Is it them honkies in the White House

or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?

Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed

I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead

Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us

So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us

On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived

He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die

Slapped that ass with this Mac-10

It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend

Bend back easy to the liquor sto'

Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe

Cuff the loot and bit one slowly

Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt

Dem a knows me

There's no endin for this madness

I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit

Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)

In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it

Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly

All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me

So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right

Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight

Chorus

Verse Three:

Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude

More like attitude

Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks

Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum

My mission to decease individuals

When night falls I crawl like black widows

with barrels in the middle

Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd

Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile

Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck

A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck

Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck

Ashes to ashes and bust when I must

Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust

Six million ways to die, one more is a plus

I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge

SOS cut your ass off better

Chorus