Lord forgive me for my sins,
But may I strike down an get vengeance,
Murdered my homeboy, Why you doin like that,
Niggas getting churched up, Time for the get back,
Found him last night, four shots in his back,
no leads in the case, but Triple C's i handle that, Just bought a new sword
In the streets im sworn,
Its time for the murder ride, all on board,
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k's, m-11's
When tha hammer fall,
therefore the trigger pull,
Another maggot falls,
Split down the middle fool
What da witness's witness?,
watch me handle my biznesss,
I love to clip the snitches,
While they looking at bitches,
Feel like im brainwashed,
the violence cant stop
Caught 8 bodys in four weeks im on fire,
Cuz I want you to cry,
Im killin your clean,
Im sending your team,
They killin for me,
Just like saddom Hussein,
Just offered your head,
Its on my camera phone,
You cant picture me dead,
Am I christian or muslim,
Or just addicted to husslin,
why My daddy don't love me,
Mama fightin an fussin,
Now im choppin the rocks,
Niggas pockets on swole,
Man im pimpin them hoes,
Givin the new pistols to hold,
Graduated from peeprs,
grabbin weight from the people,
Ya I want you to cry , look at me cookin that ether,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
Semi underneath the seat,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut da simme off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga, cry, cry, cry,cry
So we back in the game,
Back on the dock,
Port of miami, blood hound for the blocks
Im getting that money,
Niggas trackin to kill us,
Get on my old killas,
Get my new niggas to killem,
Im spending new money,
mostly to bother my bitch,
Im getting jewel money,
You niggas aint nigga rich,
how many the yacht,
im talkin fifty feet,
don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets,
Im in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the five,
Aint no snitchin my brother,
Its called you takin the dive,
They shootin at me, so im shootin at them,
who is shooting the longest, that who is shootin to win,
The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream , just want you to die,
I want you to fly, Think i need to pray, but im satisfied, just to live another day,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
semi underneath the seat,
nigga I aint come to die, nigga I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut the simme off ,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga cry,cry, cry, cry,
Im mentioned for killin,
Got your name on my list,
Ya im up in your crib, im fuckin your bitch,
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself,
all the evil things that I can do in my wealth,
Is that a bitch, im getting work, I never spare a bitch,
You getting murked, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt,
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt,
When I left I had hundred in the magizine,
came back there was nothing in the magazine,
It was coward so he died at least a hundred time,
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
Semi underneath the seat,
nigga I aint come to die, nigga I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut the simme off ,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga cry,cry, cry, cry
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But may I strike down an get vengeance,
Murdered my homeboy, Why you doin like that,
Niggas getting churched up, Time for the get back,
Found him last night, four shots in his back,
no leads in the case, but Triple C's i handle that, Just bought a new sword
In the streets im sworn,
Its time for the murder ride, all on board,
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k's, m-11's
When tha hammer fall,
therefore the trigger pull,
Another maggot falls,
Split down the middle fool
What da witness's witness?,
watch me handle my biznesss,
I love to clip the snitches,
While they looking at bitches,
Feel like im brainwashed,
the violence cant stop
Caught 8 bodys in four weeks im on fire,
Cuz I want you to cry,
Im killin your clean,
Im sending your team,
They killin for me,
Just like saddom Hussein,
Just offered your head,
Its on my camera phone,
You cant picture me dead,
Am I christian or muslim,
Or just addicted to husslin,
why My daddy don't love me,
Mama fightin an fussin,
Now im choppin the rocks,
Niggas pockets on swole,
Man im pimpin them hoes,
Givin the new pistols to hold,
Graduated from peeprs,
grabbin weight from the people,
Ya I want you to cry , look at me cookin that ether,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
Semi underneath the seat,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut da simme off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga, cry, cry, cry,cry
So we back in the game,
Back on the dock,
Port of miami, blood hound for the blocks
Im getting that money,
Niggas trackin to kill us,
Get on my old killas,
Get my new niggas to killem,
Im spending new money,
mostly to bother my bitch,
Im getting jewel money,
You niggas aint nigga rich,
how many the yacht,
im talkin fifty feet,
don't talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets,
Im in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the five,
Aint no snitchin my brother,
Its called you takin the dive,
They shootin at me, so im shootin at them,
who is shooting the longest, that who is shootin to win,
The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream , just want you to die,
I want you to fly, Think i need to pray, but im satisfied, just to live another day,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
semi underneath the seat,
nigga I aint come to die, nigga I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut the simme off ,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga cry,cry, cry, cry,
Im mentioned for killin,
Got your name on my list,
Ya im up in your crib, im fuckin your bitch,
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself,
all the evil things that I can do in my wealth,
Is that a bitch, im getting work, I never spare a bitch,
You getting murked, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt,
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt,
When I left I had hundred in the magizine,
came back there was nothing in the magazine,
It was coward so he died at least a hundred time,
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
Semi underneath the seat,
nigga I aint come to die, nigga I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
for i cut the simme off ,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,nigga cry,cry, cry, cry
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