(Spit it medium speed)
been drinkin,smokin it lead to dis
ya life fell short on november the 5th
death is always a hard feelin
not heaven hell is wat u get for drug dealin
whether i die today or tomorrow
ma moms heart is filled wit sorrrow
come to ya door step wit a fruit basket
a week later see ya own son in a closed casket
it hard wen death come knockin
but celebrate,now we in heavin poppin
killin our own brothers wit murder,this is the result
but he was bangin now his dad screamin it wasnt his fault
well think about that before u start trouble
or else u gonna be six feet under in rumble
bangin doin it up always praisin guns
well ur now ur grandma lost her sons son