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He got the slip on you, this how it went

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

Once was friends, now that dead
That stupid muthafucka shot me in the head
So I went to Brooklyn and met Dread
And told Dread, I want the clot shot dead

That nigga started a war with me yo
Hit me with a four-four and jetted with a
He hit me in the chest, lucky I was wearing a
But the impact hurt my 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 muthafuckin' kid

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

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

Soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his wig off
Now that's one down, one to go
drive slow so we don't have to worry 'bout five-o
Now time to get even

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

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

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