I can't let that slide.
at this time.
Payback's a bitch, revenge is a mess.
Vengeance is mine.
Elevated.
Manslaughter.
Premeditated livin' like I never made it, like I ain't got heaven waitin' Pussy boy don't ever play me, double-drunk serenatin' Slugs in your marinate, two-gloves gay paint Prayin' for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps, put up
Whole hundo and car throwing seats by my motherfuckin' paper Ain't no As-Salaam-Alaikum, just murder-deaf you Ain't a city that you're safe in, ain't I making that a promise to your jits And your mama and your bitch, I'll be beating with no motherfuckin'
Turn them niggas down over change or they crying over change.
Got a missile for the issue.
And a tissue for the pain, niggas.
Shots fired, niggas die.
Ain't crying.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop spying.
Niggas die.
Thank God.
And the world goes on.
You shot spied.
Niggas die.
Can't cry.
Yeah, nigga.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm on the web, bro.
Shots fired.
Niggas die.
Can't cry.
And the world goes on, all the thang on my mind payin' back what I owe That's a bullet to the head, that's a blade to the throat When I swear on the Lord, he goin' straight to the morgue for not knowin' what he doin' Cause there's a line you don't cross when you did, now you dead Drop the bank on your head, yeah, you made that motherfucker time to lay in your bed I'ma chase till I catch, till your box closed last, till your face all patched up
Laying on ass fuck Down to my last truck Down to my last car Down to my last bullet
Pull it and blast off.
I don't be playing.
It's all I be saying.
When it come to murder, ain't a yard I won't land.
I spy, niggas die, can't cry.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm the one who shot spies.
Niggas die.
Can't cry.
And the war goes on.
Shot spied.
Niggas died.
Can't cry.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
And the war goes on.
I'm on the way.
I'm on the way.
All I want is light.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
The game ain't never been based on sympathy.
Only thing matter who dying or who gonna kill for me.
Only thing I care about you not knowing my whereabouts.
Dude, just food, no dinner on my table top.
Shots fired, niggas died, can't cry.
Shots fired.
Niggas die.
Can't cry.
And the war goes on.
I spy.
Niggas die.
I cry.
We on the way.
Shots fired.
Niggas died.
Can't cry.
And the war goes on.
We on the way.
I ain't got nothing but time.
A lot of money.
It's gonna be fun.
A lot of homework on your own turf.
Be on the way.
Be patient.
