Two glocks twelve shots left to pop u better duck
go out like a real gangsta shot on the block dont stop
stand up its the last stand i got the guns in my hand cocked
talkin to them gonna ask if they ready to go out and rock
its was deafening silence police sirens stopped time itself slowed
i kno im not gettin out of this hold so i pray and now im fixed to roll
blastin first the bullets be gliding at the speed of sound
dodgin the slugs like the matrix running all around
smoke fills the streets so blurring like storms in the desert
death was the only thing to come out of this nothing less