Hook:
I know they out to get me so my life on tha line
My heart full of hatred mane I don't playin on dien
If I catch dat nigga slippin dat ass is mine
Dat vest ain't gone portect his chest from dat 40 cal. on my waste line


Verse 1:
My mind frame is unforgiven an dats wit a passion
heartful of hatred nigga decapitate em' by blastin,
but, I want this fukin nigga ta suffer so I'll kill him slowly
show him tha real meaning fa butter then cook his ass boldly,
split his body inta two fuk saven some fa later
send his lips to his family grated up by a grater,
Now, if dat ain't some shit I'll send his fingers to his clique
ta show dem murfukkas I'm tha wrong nigga ta fuk wit,
if u thought dat I was done in my heart I ain't finished
I'm a send his dic to his bitch chopped up like it was spinch,
but, I ain't goin' off primansion my life on tha line
I'm workin off suspicion so yo ass is mine,
In my head cuz I gotta chemical em balance
u done sparked up a demon where murder is his only talents


Hook:
I know they out to get me so my life on tha line
My heart full of hatred mane I don't playin on dien
If I catch dat nigga slippin dat ass is mine
Dat vest ain't gone portect his chest from dat 40 cal. on my waste line


Verse 2:
Talk is cheap nicca let me see dat fo' nikkle
u draw down on my people but wit me your an icesicle,
ya stiff bitch, u pullin likks jess ta get rich
I'll make yo ass invisable an toss u in a ditch,
plus, I gotta keep my ears ta tha streets
cuz if word get around I gotta stay strapped an on my feet,
look into my eyes bitch I'm unique
I'm pozest by a dead man dat got away wit 3rd degree,
yeah nigga u know i'm talkin bout murder
I'll leave yo ass ta fry on a belt converta,
yeah I left u there to burn alive
ain't no excapen murfukka u goin' t hell tonite,
so sit bac an enjoy tha ryde
real niggas stand together tha fake fall an divide


Hook:
I know they out to get me so my life on tha line
My heart full of hatred mane I don't playin on dien
If I catch dat nigga slippin dat ass is mine
Dat vest ain't gone portect his chest from dat 40 cal. on my waste line


Verse 3:
I come bac home an yall still tryin ta test me man
I left wit venom wha make u think it won't be tha same,
I'm bac wit envy you know I got this ambition off in me
u alto cancel christmas nigga u won't live ta see 20,
keep playin around wit me throw u ova a brigde don't tempt me
I was raised by a Mason u don't wanna ear wit me,
so stop wit tha gimmes u don't wanna see this rivalry in me
I got enough guns an bullets to divide em' by plenty


Hook:
I know they out to get me so my life on tha line
My heart full of hatred mane I don't playin on dien
If I catch dat nigga slippin dat ass is mine
Dat vest ain't gone portect his chest from dat 40 cal. on my waste line

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