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Intro/Chorus: 
The last thing that I saw was when he cried 
Shot him in the face and walked away before he died 
(repeat 4X) 
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
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