[Chorus x1]
That's my n***a, he pull the trigger any time
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9
That's my n***a, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust, bust em down
[Verse 1]
I feel like I gotta go out revenge my mans d**h
k** the captain, rest in peace my n***a, he's in heaven
You know the sh** that we been through
You should've never walked the street without your heat too
But its alright yo, it was almost a miracle
You wiped the tears from my eyes, said goodbye, told me go
I dropped to my knees begging for forgivness
Left k**ing to the Lord, now I'm handling business
I'm on my way out the hospital, co*king back the heater
About 3 o'clock in the afternoon, what's taken over me
I'm bout to rest more n***as than a motherf**ing cemetary
[Verse 2]
Yo thats my n***a
Hes on the corner thinking murderous, scandalous
Evilous, scheming, hes even k**ing f**ing people
He's drinking forty's, smoking blunts
Yo thats his brain twisted
The sickest, the illest, n***as walking, body stickin'
He's slippin' on n***a, he's sticking up your party
He's caching bodies, living rowdy
That n***a lives for confrontation
So crews be facing all that heavy weight and
The blasting, so then fashion n***as won't be lasting
Its real, the knuckle head n***a be short fusin'
Divide, abuse, drug abusion, the slug shootin'
So everyday he's f**in' lootin', some other sh**
d**h wishin', its '96 strictly head splittin'
[Chorus x1]
That's my n***a, he pull the trigger any time
Brothers wanna fuss but get bust with a 9
That's my n***a, he sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Brothers wanna fuss get bust, bust em down
[Verse 3]
Yo that's my n***a
The k**er, guerilla, licker, sipper
The dungeon dweller
Look at his drunk a** in the gutter
He got a box cutter to slice ya
He don't like ya, he might be drunk
He's no punk, his drunk a** will fight ya
And light you up like a lightning bolt
His minds polluted with smoke tho the kid is no joke
Yo I once seem him choke on his vomit
He's no comic, he comes atomic when he gets his chronic in his tonic
And ask me why
?[taste the with the beer for a chaser]?
Creates a monster that will come here to mutilate ya
Yo he hate ya, he hate ya with a pa**ion
He drunk off his a** laughing and now he starts blasting
[Verse 4]
Ahhh shucks
And if he pull a trigger I guess you stuck
Ammunition will make you duck, yo put 'em up
For confrontation, next generation
My 40 grand man that takes vacation
For concentration in his though
He plays the game like a sport
So he don't get caught
Out in the mist taking a risk
And if he die young, of course he will be missed
Blow out the trees, struggle
Johnny walker he guzzles
That keep him puzzled, not knowing it keeps him on point
And makes him start to stumble
But still be down to rumble
My n***as all that, live fat
And stay strapped with gats
If you got beef you better watch your back
[Chorus x1]
[Verse 5]
Thats my n***a
Murderer, burglar, a street warrior
My n***a f**ing hurt ya black a** on the corner
Born loser, drug abuser, the b**h smacker
Car jacker, k**er, cracker, and blast pa**enger
Laugh at ya, yo my n***as sinister
Slit your face, whip your a** for the malt liquor
Mug pictures in all books, on all trees inside the ghetto
Packing pistols, my n***as wearing army issues
Camouflage, yo God, my n***as so bizarre
Behind bars my brother caught crazy face scars
[Verse 6]
My man 40 grand and he's blinkin'
Said he clickin', lightin' up sh** like a big when its on
Heads get scorn and torn, sh** is ill
I try to tell him chill when he was holding out his steel
But that's my n***a, sippin' gin and drinkin' wine
Probably go to war at a drop of a dime
Got a chip on his shoulder the size of a boulder
And when you step up and get buck up
I won't say I told ya, street soldier
Peter rolled ya, somebody shoulda told ya
When n***as do real things some k**in' ?ya-ya?
And bring the ra-ra
Cops get twisted, wish get flipped
Shots get licked, cuz stupid motherf**ers
Want the rukus by the clip
[Chorus x2]