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 neigh