(He got the slip on you)
This how it went down...
I had to undergo therapy, not surgery
the n***a 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 sh**'s dead
that stupid muthaf**a shoulda shot me in the head
so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread
and told Dread, I want the p**y clot shot dead
that n***a started a war f**in 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 f**in flesh
right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck
and I was type-scared to d**h
yo, I blacked out
I woke up, my man had the mac out
said we gonna get the n***a back no doubt
he told me to rest
I seen my n***a standing at the door with a tec
in case a muthaf**er flex
I told him how the muthaf**in kid co-flipped
and he said parlay son, payback's a b**h
yo, sh** is real, I feel better
word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega
the n***a musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin'
I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin'
his man started dymin'
said the n***a 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 f**in wig off
now that's one down, one n***a 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 sh**, I see him, he gettin out the seven
my man started wetting at the n***a with a mac-11
I specialize in war
now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a f**in four-four
I said "yo son, ya games over"
I let off, and yo my sh** was spittin fire like a flamethrower
he started wettin back
I caught him in his f**in back
when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed
he just a dead man walking
ay yo, f** that sh**.... I'm through talking
(gunshot)