[Chorus:]

This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned

This nigga got found on the other side of town

Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned

This nigga got found on the other side of town

Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head



[Verse 1:]

It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it wit' Gangsta

Fred, outta North Memphis on another ca-per

Fresh like the D mayne look like we on ki's

Eyes like a Chinese, we was on some trees

P's and our Q's, what us true's, niggaz be's, on

Really from the hood, know a jackin' can happ-on

Ain't, no surprise when them pistols get to poppin' off

Ain't, no surprise when them choppers get to choppin' off

Could be alive once the drama get to hoppin' off

Whip ya up like cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off

Made a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'

See my nigga Boo, conin', on his hustle flow



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[Verse 2:]

My nigga said, he got robbed, young skulls, pulled a jack

Say he had twelve rocks, and was low, on his cash

Had a case pendin', so that took, all his stash

Said he might, have to gon', pull, out the gun and mask

Ask "where I get the tools?" Eyes lookin' kinda shady

Smelled liquor on his breath, then he upped, a .380

Tone to my dome, life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs

Grabbed for the gun, right before he let a round off

Fred dropped the beer, of the nine comin' out the sto'

Shot him in the side, then the fool let the pistol go

Leakin' like a faucet he done ran off in the night

For this nigga's death, I was fiendin' like a hype



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[Verse 3:]

It's been seven days, we done caught up wit' the punk

In the very same spot, duct taped him in the trunk

In a Grand Marquis, stolen, rental car

Headed 55-South, then we exit on lamar

Sucker tried to resist, wanna squash it, nigga please

Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his knees

I could squeeze, mercy in, but it's, principalities

Maybe mama can forgive but you did this to me

Mayne these streets, it can get, real wicked in the south

Nigga tried to take me out, now my .40's in his mouth

Blew the back, out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay

South memphis police found his body very next day