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