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