and a package of c-4 seronding your home/see your fam blow up peacefully before you had a chance to blow up and forfill your dream /and see that red blast your hole team/and have alldrop to they nees/asking for peace but the only peace you getin is the peace to your cheek/on the side of the street/licing from your head to feet /next to your peips /with lead in your meat / and i can tell you week the type to cry in a cell just for get bagged for weed