Face to face with 'em, looking to straight kill 'em.
Soul might fly away, but the body won't escape wit 'em
Thinkin bout puttin the 9 to 'em, then clap at his head
Like 2pac said, one of the sweetest joys is revenge
He's looking at me, like 'Dawg, wtf you gon' tryna do!'
Thinking, *damn, I wanna see these bullets go right through u*
He took a puff at his blunt, started looking and smiled.....
'Whatchu got, pull it out, you'll end up like ya child'
Laughin, I'm ready to smash em, bang the shotty........
But then, the consequences, what if they find the body?
What if the do me like Gotti, toss me in the bing for years.
Is it worth it? I'm needed here. Is it worth those tears......?
Kid is cocky, he thinks his psychology can stop me
He know either I get killed by him, or the D's gon pop me.
*Man walks in, see's me* 'Hey easy Papi...........
I got a wife and 3 kids, that'd kill THEM...... if you shot ME'
'Infact I do , tell em the story, what this man did to me...'
Then the killer says 'Haha, and lemme tell you dawg, it was easy B'
*Puerto Rican guy: 'Oh shit son, you really did that to this man'
Killer: Hell yea, 5 shots to the gut, and I'd get at the rest of his fam
Me: Yeah son? Well right now I'm glad you filled em wit lead, jokes on you instead
Killer:Huh?....................................... .................................................
......Puerto Rican: Mr. Smith, I'm an undercover agent, put ya hands over ur head

Slowly, I Pace Up To The Killer That Slaughtered My Child
Sense's Overheating, Everything's Surreal-Emotion's Going Wild
Preoccupied With Vision's Of Method's To Gain My Vengeance
Running, Pussying Out-These are Not Among My Intention's
The Time&Cold Aura That Glaze's This Creature's Eye's
Gaze's Into Mine, I Can See Him Bustin' a Smirk, Musta Did this Countless Time's
Thinking [italic]"This Is The Monster That Destroyed My World-My Kin"[/italic]
I Stare Back At Him and Cringe, He Show's No Remorse...For That Sin
I Did'nt Know where to Begin, "Should i Negotiate Or Merk Him Slow"?
Thinking This Is The Same Corner, He Trapped My Son-Who had No-Where To Go
Reciting The Injurie's My Son Had Been Inflicted and Sustained
Pondering How could a Grown Man Terrorize a Small Child and Cause Him Pain?
I've Got My Hand in My Pocket...With a Small Kitchen Knife..Ready To Attack
But Then Remembering...He's a Killer Must have summin Planned-Should I Risk That?
The Monster Grin's and say's "I Can Almost See Ya Son standing In Front"
Enraging My Emotion's , Memory Gradually Slipping-Thought's Becoming Blunt
I Reply " You To Much Of a Pussy, You Take It Out On Kid's and Little One's"?
He Say's "Naw..I Like Destroying Life's Especially Hater's With Little Son's"
That Remark Jogged My Memory, This was Edward Hawkin's He Had a Brother
He Topped Himself, He Got Bullied Dad Was Deceased-Shortly after..His Mother
I remember this Kid Was Fucked Up, I used to despise Him Back In 9th Grade
Had Mad Beef-The Dude was Heartless-Used To Think He Was Bitchmade
Edward was on his own ever since His Family Was Torn Apart
Thing was, I Felt For him but i just did'nt retain the heart
Then I returned To The situation, He Gripped a Colt In His Hand
I Forgave Him, Because Straight After *Gun Cock's* BLAM!!!!