[Verse 1: Lew Salem]
You head south on the 15, you hit Southeast
Where them boys don't play, man they'll snatch yo chain
Take the shoes off your feet, they can eat for an week
That sh** is for the strong, it ain't for the weak
For that bread, they put that lead in your grill, turn it to swiss cheese
Come through stunting, you gon' be a murder mystery
First you're there, now you ain't, disappear like wizardry
The last seconds of your history, filled with misery
The revolver is a little monster, but the chopper
Be the problem solver, introduce you to the Holy Father
You know it's on when they snatch you by the collar
And they drag you to the harbor where nobody hear you holler
It's a grave situation if they catch you slipping
You say the wrong thing then you turn up missing, they mailin'
Fingers, thumbs, tongues to your missus
She don't open up the box cause she seen the blood drippin
And the f** is she supposed to do? She can't pay the ransom
Grandma crying, cause can't nobody save her grandson
All this cause you wanted to floss a chain made of platinum
In front of the boys who ain't have none, have fun being a phantom
[Hook: Lew]
Murder in the streets like concrete
The body outlines on in the white chalk on the sidewalk
The mourners on the corner by nightfall
Your mama screamin, "Lord, what my boy lose is life for?"
Little did she know, it was the 5-0
Them automatic weapons, yeah them A-R rifles
Top notch training insure your d**h like Geico
Soon as he hit the block, he was dead on arrival. (2x)
[Verse 2]
Visions in his eyes of the rise of an enterprise
Familiarize yourself in the demons you try to exercise
Exercise my right to write fire, spark riots
Write and recite lines, that take flight and inspire. (Gunshots)
"Another one down." the dirty cop said
About the dirty brown kid, he just shot down, in the middle of town
Meanwhile, Billy was at a party with a cup in his hand
When he got the word cops fired at his man
Immediately knew the plan, to his whip the boy ran
Somehow the cup is gone, there's now a Glock in his hand
Searching for the k**er, now identified as Officer Miller
Ironically drinking Miller's, watching shows about cop k**ers (Knocking)
A knock at the door, who could it be?
Glancing at his watch, it's 'bout a quarter to three
Probably a reporter, reporting live from the scene
Let her get a quote from me, so I can go back to sleep. (Banging)
The knock's getting worse, sweat through his shirt
Three o'clock, the Devil's hour, come to get his dirt?
Open the door, some officers, Billy never made it
Another dirty cop got to him first
[Hook: Lew]
Murder in the streets like concrete
The body outlines on in the white chalk on the sidewalk
The mourners on the corner by nightfall
His mama screamin, "Lord, what my boy lose is life for?"
Little did she know, it was the 5-0
Them automatic weapons, yeah them A-R rifles
Top notch training insure your d**h like Geico
Soon as he hit the block, he was dead on arrival