Verse one:



Yo, the lord is my shepard

The sword is my weapon

Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle

Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another mother loses a son

'cause where i'm from the young chooses a gun

Before they choose an education

But once dead their ain't no awakenin'

So like once said, life aint for fakin

Yo, you wit' me when i say duct tape 'em?

Fuck waitin'

Got the truck outside, benz jeep for navigation

Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' satan

When i aim i aint missin', master of assasination'

I heard he call himself esco, drive a lexo

Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth

Is this the truth?

This is what we do, sip a brew

Wait around his crib until it turns around two am

As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em

You guys got fat while i was away, so start payin'



Chorus - okay, you wanna play rough?!

(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3x,

Okay yo, we could play rough!



Verse two:



Okay now, drive up to my crib, am i high enough?

Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck

I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas

Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?

But i aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought

I slept like b.i.g. and pac did

May they rest in peace, but while i'm alive i pop shit

P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips

Put these niggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is

Pull the strap from under the seat

Back up in the street

Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, i carefully creep

Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat

Empty every shell in their direction

Its you, i should've guessed it!

Same niggas that i was connected wit', i know sent you

Now i'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into



Chorus



Verse three:



Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said

Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome

Never thought i'd be in his home

With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone

Fuckin' with me, you should've known

I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone

What money can do, get you hit for less than a g

For threatenin' me

I'm'a do it myself, take you to hell, this ones for free

Killin' you niggas with nothin'

Left him dead, engine runnin'

You the only i'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'

Look at your woman, anal ripped out, its your fault

They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it

But before i let you have it i'm searchin' your crib

For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live

Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back

I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the mac

Niggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that?

Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats

Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react

Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback

Somebody kncokin', who dat?

"a cop man", let him in

And give that mothafucka one under the chin

Cant believe this nigga down with the feds!

The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead

Dont explain, i put the pound on his head

Blew 'em! before that i cant remember the last time i said......

Okay, so we gonna play rough!



Chorus


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