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He got the slip on you, this how it went

I had to undergo therapy, not
The wetted me but he didn't murder me
Dun, I survived, he that I died
Now it's time to the nine clip in, mission revenge

was friends, now that shit's dead
That muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head
So I to Brooklyn and met with Dread
And told Dread, I want the pussy clot dead

That nigga started a war with me yo
Hit me a four-four and jetted with a kilo
He hit me in the chest, lucky I was wearing a
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 my nigga standing at the door with a tec
In a muthafucker flex
I told him how the kid co-flipped

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

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

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

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

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

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