The last thing that I saw was when he cried
 Shot him in the face and walked away before he died
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 Verse One:
 I'm pacin the flo' with the fo' pound
 Visualizin graphics while he talkin  givin me the low down
 My nigga went away in ninety three and died instantly
 Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me
 I put his photos in my fo' do'
 I know where the nigga be kickin it at
 Me at him poppin it at the same hoe
 My conversation be on royalties
 She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me
 Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands
 And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him
 I'ma kill you
 Despite the fact that I've been shot before
 As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so
 Take the lock off the pound like a pro
 Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short
 Pull up and mad dog his whole crib
 Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel
 The thrill to kill is unbearable
 I told the bitch to close her eyes
 Send up the roots give something terrible
 The ultimate payback is revenge
 TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!
 Seventeen shots, top hip-hop
 Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you
 That's how we serves on this late night
 Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight
 Chorus
 Verse Two:
 Now who the fuck I suppose to follow?
 Is it them honkies in the White House
 or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?
 Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed
 I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead
 Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us
 So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us
 On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived
 He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die
 Slapped that ass with this Mac-10
 It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend
 Bend back easy to the liquor sto'
 Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe
 Cuff the loot and bit one slowly
 Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt
 Dem a knows me
 There's no endin for this madness
 I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit
 Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)
 In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it
 Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly
 All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me
 So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right
 Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight
 Chorus
 Verse Three:
 Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude
 More like attitude
 Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks
 Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum
 My mission to decease individuals
 When night falls I crawl like black widows
 with barrels in the middle
 Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd
 Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile
 Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck
 A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck
 Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck
 Ashes to ashes and bust when I must
 Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust
 Six million ways to die, one more is a plus
 I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge
 SOS cut your ass off better
 Chorus