Ooh, ooh
It's that real
I gots to- I gots to...
Kill some off this
Steal some off this
Yeah

My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie
That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry
That n***a Satan be fakin' mad jacks so I taxed his ass
Every chance I get, is just another hit
Another n***a split; there go white meat - another n***a
Takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet
That's what you get for tryin to take it there
But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth
You cryin bout let's make it fair
Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a littlе smarter
When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain hardеr
Part of the game is n***as wanna become famous
And doin the same shit I do, remain nameless
I want house money, Jag money so I gots ta bag money
I ain't laughin', but yo it's mad funny
I used to talk about that shit you got
But you ain't never got that shit when that shit get hot
Runnin' up in the spot with, two n***as from Israel
'Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel?
Knowin' you died a snitch, I look in your eyes and see a bitch
Wasn't surprised to see a switch
Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin' to Pakistan
So let this n***a know, I know he pussy, I'mma smack his man
Fuckin Willie n***as and silly n***as
I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly n***as
'Cause I done took about as much I can stand
A n***a smilin' in my face like they my motherfuckin' man
Aiyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse
That says, the reward for bein' real, is a hearse
Before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did
Catches up and get you right when you thought you slid
It's getting dark, and with the cold of the hawk
You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk
[Doc Holiday]
Uhh, yo