(He got the slip on you) This how it went down... I had to undergo therapy
not surgery the nigga wetted me but he didn't murder me dun I
survived he thought that I died now it's time to throw the nine clip in
mission revenge once was friends now that shit's dead that stupid
muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head so I went to Brooklyn and met with
Dread and told Dread I want the pussy clot shot dead that nigga started a
war fuckin with me yo hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo he
hit me in the chest lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my
fuckin flesh right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck and
I was type-scared to death yo, I blacked out I woke up, my man had the mac
out said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt he told me to rest I seen
my nigga standing at the door with a tec in case a muthafucker flex I told
him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped and he said parlay son, payback's a
bitch yo, shit is real, I feel better word out on the street is that a
four-four cant stop Mega the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he
hidin' I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin' his man
started dymin' said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find
him cool, tell my man to drop the kid off soon as we hit the next darn
block, blew his fuckin wig off now that's one down, one nigga to go just
drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o now it's time to get
even, we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin oh shit, I see
him, he gettin out the seven my man started wetting at the nigga with a
mac-11 I specialize in war now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how
to use a fuckin four-four I said "yo son, ya games over" I let off, and
yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower he started wettin back I
caught him in his fuckin back when he flung, I think his lungs
collapsed he just a dead man walking ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm
through talking (gunshot)