n***as broke out in a goddamn rage I even think I seen a sawed-off gauge But homie, I was sent from hell, not heaven I broke out with a chrome-plated .357 And the name of the game is simply survival At the end of the night, 10 was dead on arrival And me and my partners, we was gone like the winds Police blamed it on the crips or the brims But some n***as knew in the corner of the dark Them crazy n***as reside in triangle park They go by the name of Brunette Zel and Trey And they belong to the a**ociation called EPA