[Tick Tock] *Talkin* 
Ay Chill where da intro at? 

[Chill] *Talkin* 
Ay man, I aint even knowin 
You got to get at Dub about that 

[Tick Tock] *Talkin* 
Ay Dub 

[Dub] *Talkin* 
What's up Lok 

[Tick Tock] *Talkin* 
You got the intro ready homie 

[Dub] *Talkin* 
Intro, Ay homles this is Holy Terror 
The music speaks for itself 

[Dub] 
My dawg slipped, a pistol grip blasted 
Caught em in his back and now I'm rappin infront his 
casket 
Now you can't just this world my word is good as gold 
Homies claim they're homies but they're phonies cause 
they fold 
Now as it's told, stroll with me down another life 
Hold on tight, cause the brightest day is your darkest 
night 
They were pointin like they knew you, they just jackers 
tryin to do you 
Runnin at you ready to grab you, yellin get up off me 
Cause ain't no killin you softly, you peep they deep 
Now you got to reach to put em to sleep 
You pour out brew for you deceased 
And wish your ememies, rest in grief 
That took your homies away from you like a thief 
I been there if, not worst, the same places 
And conversate wit killas on a first name bases 
I be like what up Mike, what up I was handin what up 
Ron 
See dont get yourself caught up in this game 
Cause this game will give you a number and snatch away 
your name 
But the world keeps turnin and I'ma keep preachin 
And the Double G's be Deacons at the ghetto sermon