out the Camero Aimed at the nose when them hoes is hard to breathe from Flash the gat your town bow guarded Your wallet, your chain the main target Beef
at ya Yo yo yo, all my niggas say, jump up, doc broke out the kennel A dog on four paws spittin' out the window Jump up! It ain't no need to fight We
was a war zone, so you choose your team When the war strikes you better have a heart to fight Or get lost in the world when you lose your life I would
your game plan like my book of raps last nigga that tried it caught a ride n then he took a nap nigga sleep go night night for fuckin wit niggas that fight fight
deeper lovin makin her silly because I done they friend (chaa) It is the reason I bang (chaa) It is definately the reason I slang DIstributed the caine The reason I'm super soakin in the pain
bullet and a target And it won?t be long before You?re pulling yourself away Bullet and a target Between a bullet and a target Between a bullet and a target
move, it's a jack move bitch Give me the watch that's on your wrist so I'm a empty out my clip Put the keys down nigga, on your knees now bitch Put the gun on your
Staking out the residence of the chosen target Entering the empty home, lace the food with poison The hapless victim never had a chance Precise contamination
just never fitted For me it's just a pain in the ass But I'm addicted to the taste of hoping it could last Another day, another night inside a lonely world Another game, another fight
your sick soul Your psychotic mind is totally out of our logical control How the fuck should I know that you did decide That I'm your unsuspecting target
black Always down to make noise, and attack So you better get back unless you wanna come with it and make your face like a target and close your eyes
your own corroded breed a corroded breed was that what you wanted take the chance that you are given screws of rising pain they're driven into your
whole barracks, murder you on your matress And look at you like, "What's the matter?" You better go back to your bed, before I have to act up You might
to press your curl Baby shine that light, let your fight unfurl My confession is also my blessing Hollered Hail Mary's sucking on a Smith & Wesson May salutations interrupt your
take 'em out before they make ya saviors proud So fix your beef, quit actin' like a sheep Either spit your speak or sit there and git your teeth To spread
get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots
ya guns", I ain't about that shit Trouble just comes my way, I don't invite that shit I got a career here, I ain't lookin' for fights to pick Got more pain
real You might murder against your will And some run around with intent to kill II swear to uphold my mission And that's fight to the bloody finish
