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He got the slip on you, this how it down

I had to therapy, not surgery
The nigga wetted me but he murder me
Dun, I survived, he thought I died
Now it's time to throw the nine in, mission revenge

Once was friends, now shit's dead
That stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the
So I went to Brooklyn and met Dread
And told Dread, I the pussy clot shot dead

nigga started a war fuckin' with me yo
Hit me with a four-four and jetted with a
He hit me in the chest, lucky I was a vest
But the hurt my fuckin' flesh

Right after he left, I I was bleeding by my neck
And I was type-scared to death, yo I out
I up, my man had the mac out
Said, "We gonna get the back no doubt"

He me to rest
I seen my nigga at the door with a tec
In case a flex
I told him how the kid co-flipped

And he said parlay son, pay back's a
Yo, shit is real, I feel
Word out on the street is that a four-four can't stop
The nigga musta I didn't die, son he hidin'

I snatched up his man inside a van and started
His man dymin'
Said the nigga in 735 and he knows where to find him
Cool, my man to drop the kid off

as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin' wig off
Now one down, one nigga to go
Just drive slow so we don't have to worry five-o
Now it's to get even

We in, five jeeps deep the mad heat and steamin'
Oh shit, I see him, he gettin' out the
My man started wetting at the with a mac-11
I specialize in war, now it's to blow him

I'ma show him how to use a fuckin'
I said, "Yo son, ya over"
I let off and yo, my was spittin' fire like a flamethrower
He started back, I caught him in his fuckin' back

When he flung, I think his lungs
He just a dead man
Aiyyo, fuck shit, I'm through talking