[Intro: Spice 1]
Glory to God in high Heavens
Peace on Earth to those on whom He's favored
Let he who has not sinned cast the first stone
Happy now are the dead who died
And Lord, yes, they shall rest in their labors
For their good work and accompaniment
This is my down payment on Heaven

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Lord, I don't wanna live in this life of sin
But it seems that murder is all around me, subject to drown me
In a world of crime, money and drugs, slugs, thugs
Crooked cops, dirty money, and more killings on my block
I know I haven't spoken to You for a long time
But if You can't answer my questions, give mе some kind of sign
Why did my potnas have to die so young?
What did thеy do to have their lives taken one by one?
Why did that lady down the street have to get shot
When they drove by to smoke the homie servin' on the block?
I often wonder what the game got in store for me
And if I die, would my n***as go to war for me?
Would I want 'em to if I'm with you in Heaven?
Would I forgive it if I'm where them evil demons be dwellin'?
I get caught up in the madness sometimes and lose my mind
Lost in the drama, debatin' if I should use my .9
[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?

[Verse 2: Cydal]
They got me dyin' to live, livin' to die
Through all the blood, sweat and tears, I done lasted
Bustin' the scandalous hazards
My .9 got more bodies than Evergreen Cemetery or Rolling Hills
So many foes die over foldin' scrill
God, why was I birthed to this land of blood thirst
Where bullets fly first, then you chauffered off in a hearse
Sometimes I wonder if death is a brother's destiny
And other times I wonder if murderers truly rest in peace
Can't let destruction get the best of me, I only trust my shadow
And after that, nann could get next to me
See, I can feel the pain from the parents that lost they children
And I can feel the strain on my brain from all them killings
So is the saying true: live by the gun, die by the gun?
Why run when your time come?
Lord, please forgive me for lettin' off Glocks on half-lit blocks
But some of these bustas I just gotta take with me

[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Dear God, I know You're listenin', I know You're still there
Was there a reason for my dead homies to show up in my nightmares?
What should I do when the jealous run up on me strapped?
Death seems to follow me and I can't get 'em up off my back
I need to talk to You more often
'Cause I'm goin' to too many funerals, seein' more and more closed coffins
Contemplatin' on puttin' slugs in suckas
With a devil upon one shoulder, and an angel up on the other
Can you help me? I'm lost between life and death
Should I go locate my enemies and put 'em all to rest?
It's hard tryna function when your homie shot down
And the haters who shot him still walkin' around

[Chorus]
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my .9, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
Pop, pop, pop, pop, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?
Pop, pop, pop, pop, goes my .9
Is this the part I take my .9 and let my heat off?

[Outro: Spice 1]
For those who win victory who keeps to my way of men
I would give authority over the nations
Each one, I would destroy all the wicked of the men
And uproot them from the city of the Lord
And this is my down payment on Heaven
(Yes, Father God, yes, thank you, Jesus, thank you, Lord, thank you)