[Verse 1]
Late at night, on the creep, ballin' down Jackson Street
Lookin' at my mirror I discovered some n***as that's followin' me
So I hit my turn and see them get in their car and make a quick left
Ballin' down Watkins, 'cause I'm uh-uh', thinkin' I need some help
Pulled up on the corner, saw my brother Big Jook he keep that thang
I asked him what's up with these n***as that's followin' me in the black Mustang
Slowly the top drop, out came the .40 Glock
I knew they weren't bullshittin' when I heard the first few shots
Mane, I'm just out runnin' and the gunner, mane, tryna kill me
For what? I really don't know, I guess they love to testin' me
Glock nineteen, sweet dreams, then I commits to blast
He hit that thang 'til about hunnid, turned around, heard a crash
Uh-oh, that bitch hit a pole
So I gotta get a Benelli
No buckshots
Slinga then I ran to the car 'cause they can't get far
When my ride's on the scene he escaped from the car
God damn, where in the fuck he go?
Lookin' and scopin', I really don't know
Seein' his jealous ass run through the path
So I commenceded to blastin' his ass
One of 'em is dead, two of 'em in the Med
One he got away, the other one; he bled
Fortnight blowin' 'cause he ain't right talkin'
And I gotta get sure he ain't gonna die
[Verse 2]
Laid back, kicked back at my crib, Lil Yo thinking about hittin' that white
I'm watching channel thirteen news for the n***as I kill at night
They got my description on the news, what I'm gonna do
They got my size, my height, my weight, my age and it's so true
I have nothing to lose, livin' in the [?] on the run
I'm tellin' you the truth from me to you, this not no fun
I'm constantly having dreams, late at night 'bout evil thoughts
And plus I heard detectives found some evidence I lost
All of the sudden, out the of blue
Negative thoughts done run through my mind
One of them bitches got away and he is gon' try to make me do some time
And them other two bitches up in ICU in critical condition
I'm gonna get them trizzicks [?] and I finish my mission
I load up the thirty-two rounds then throw on my desert gloves
I'm so high, super high, so high I'm seein' murder slugs
I know where he stay, I'm on my way
I'm goin' through a thang
I'm goin' insizzane in the junky thang, just to get him mane

[Verse 3]
I had a description of a fellow friend that his family know
Went in the visitin' room then I slit the n***as throat
I didn't have to get the other n***a 'cause he died (Ain't that so sad?)
Another black brother crucified
I finished my mission, but still I'm hopin' and wishin'
That the po-po catch up with your kind
They find no evidence ever hit the fizin' (Fizzin)
Bitches, I hit the cizzut, got stizzout, I hit the gate
Gotta get this other trick that was ridin' with the click but the trick escaped
I'm thinkin' 'bout a crime scene, I gotta peel this n***a's cap
Ballin' in the fire hit his ass with a nina Glock cocked back in my lap
I see a cizzop, blood, it popped a Y, I'm at the light
Instead of makin' a left, I got on the side and made a right
I did a U-turn and rubber burned from my tire
I'm goin' insizzane in the junky thang, the bitch must die
I ride down the street but damn, I got my house confused
I'm havin' flashbacks so I tune into Eyewitness News