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(He got the slip on you)
This how it went down...
I had to undergo therapy, not surgery
the nigg* wetted me but, he didn't murder me
dun, I survived
he thought that I died
now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge
once was friends, now that s**t's dead
that stupid muth*fka shoulda shot me in the head
so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread
and told Dread, I want the p*ssy clot shot dead
that nigg* started a war fkin with me yo
hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo
he hit me in the chest
lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fkin flesh
right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to death
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the nigg* back no doubt
he told me to rest
I seen my nigg* standing at the door with a tec
in case a muth*fker flex
I told him how the muth*fkin kid co-flipped
and he said parlay son, payback's a b*tch
yo, s**t is real, I feel better
word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega
the nigg* musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin'
I sn*tched up his man inside a van and started drivin'
his man started dymin'
said the nigg* drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him
cool, tell my man to drop the kid off
soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fkin wig off
now that's one down, one nigg* to go
just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o
now it's time to get even,
we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin
oh s**t, I see him, he gettin out the seven
my man started wetting at the nigg* with a mac-11
I specialize in war
now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fkin four-four
I said "yo son, ya games over"
I let off, and yo my s**t was spittin fire like a flamethrower
he started wettin back
I caught him in his fkin back
when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed
he just a dead man walking
ay yo, fk that s**t.... I'm through talking
(gunshot)