Single $2
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,503
Peak in subgenre #822
Author
EMC
Rights
ASCAP LVNV PUBLISHING
Uploaded
October 26, 2013
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.8 MB • 128 kbps • 5:13
Story behind the song
Some real sh** I wrote that came almost true.
Lyrics
As im setting in my room, just myself and 4 walls,
Thinking bout another chicken head to call,
I just f*** um I never trust um, don’t love or lust um,
But being a player I guess that’s just a part of my costume,
I hear a pop, I lay back and slip into a coma,
Kinda thought I was dreaming, but I could smell the aroma,
And my bed spread was turning bright red, was I dead,
Tried to move but laid paralyzed instead,
Hearing footsteps in the darkness, to finish the job,
They were sent just to murder me, not to rod,
I hear the pistol hit the floor as my front door shut,
If I survive Ima make these motherf*** ers regret,
If you looking for some trouble b*** , you bet not miss,
I should’ve finished up my business from my last sh** list,
But it’s on now b*** es, now you done started a war,
And its gone get a bloodier then it did before.
Just like before I lay in the rehab center,
I can’t trust know one so my thoughts stay inner,
Im striking back on the down low, that’s right im going solo,
I’ll tip toe then I’ll let my pistol blow,
I sent my b*** to the street to gather up some Intel,
A white b*** but she knows the ghetto well,
Most hustlers are suckers who kiss and tell,
I know that someone will start talking cause the hit done failed,
Two years and five surgeries I’m walking again,
I’m like dust in the wind, the invisible man,
Got my chrome in my hand, time to visit a friend,
Lord forgive me but this time the sh** must end,
They all gotta die, including b*** es and babies,
Whoever’s involved, motherf*** who they may be,
Trying to play me did you forget who the player is,
I’m killing that motherf*** er I don’t care where he is.
I saw his b*** at the store and never hesitated,
I did a drive by made it look gang related,
Went home and watched the news making sure she was dead,
I pumped three in her body, another two in her head,
And my lips broke a smile as I laughed cause I killed his ho,
And Ima get his motherf*** in ass at the funeral,
I patently waited for my week to pass by,
A grave yard what better place to die,
Saturday morning small crowd, 20 or so,
You should’ve seen there faces when I let my pistol blow,
Not even the preacher was safe from my anger and rage,
And everything was going exactly how I set the stage,
With most laying dead, some bleeding and dying,
I searched for the truth in the mist of the laying,
So I looked in his eyes, as he died, and he said,
My x b*** was the one who wanted me dead.,
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