Vengeance

My homie called me in the morning from a hospital bed

He got

Holes in his body from a glock full of lead, he said

Three motherfuckers that his lady knows

Tried to jack his ass for his 84's

Now in a Ben Taub sick bed

My nigga lays up

He got sprayed up

Cause he wouldn't raise

Caught three out of seven of the shots that rang

Them folks sayin' that he'd never walk the same

It sounds like a job for the uzi gat

And where the fuck did your bitch say these fools be at

For a real long time, we been the best of friends

And I'll be damned if a nigga don't

Get revenge

I feel anger

That I'm no stranger to

Bustin' slugs in they guts, just a thang to do

Why they pray for you

Come and spray they crew

I got

Love for my homies, I thought you knew

He said

"Los, don't sweat it, let this shit

Alone"

But with these punk motherfuckers, I must pick a bone

Now will it be the cranium or the chest plate

Necks break, back snap, put him in

Checkmate

Lead take me to vengeance, send this

Led this

Ripping through tendons, I end this

Because you bleed inside, and it hurts to cough

I can't

Take no advice, I gots to break 'em off

[R:]

Cause my revenge

It tastes so sweet, I gotta do

What my friends

Would do for me

You motherfuckers gotta

Beg

I'm askin' for action

A. the fuckin' K.

I'm blastin', some ass in

[R]

My niggas check me, I'm thinking of a master plan

I'm straight up blastin' gats, them fuckin' bastards

ran

I'm steady missin' all my homies who done bit

The dust

Got revenge cause them bitches wasn't shit

To us

Now what the fuck can I accomplish

And when I'm dead

Will I find myself on God's list

Every night I give

Thanks, I didn't die today, turnin' 'caine

Into crack, and my mic away

We dealin' cause we

Feelin' that the

Pay's right, hopin' momma never

See me at my

Grave site

No daylight, play night cautiously

Could be death, or my freedom, what is costin' me

Lost in jail life, my wife be that Mary Jane

And me streets got me strollin' Blueberry Lane

Very same song sung in the south

From the mouth of a hustler

Never have I trusted a

Trick or a hoe or a dope fiend either

Cause they smoke like a beaver, buildin' dams on the

river

Live a

Life of a G til the D-A-Y

Hittin' switches on the freeway high

Don't reply cause me don't give a fuck

What you hoes got to say 'bout me Hillwood funk

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Stop short in your tracks, gats got the place

surrounded

Sounded two

Warning shots, fuck on up, and you'll be grounded

Pounded bodies with a bunch of twelve gauges

Now her face is too straight

In them fuckin' dog cages

Pages of my book

Turn like the wind blows

On the paper of a crook

Motherfuck, them hoes

Him rose as a hustler

Rose as a G

Saves his flows to big eight

Now he scores half a ki

Some said in his head, he got insanity inside

But all it really be is mathematically inclined, if

behind

You might find others takin' over

Rookies movin' cookies, they whipped in baking soda

Baby know the fuckin' rules

My cheese

Is SOLID AS A ROCK

With my homies and we BALLIN' WITH A GLOCK

Tenderoni phony fraud motherfuckers

Best to get out the game

'Fore you die motherfuckers

Busters trust us, but us hustlers trust

No one

You can sure run with no gun, that be a nigga slow guns

So roll on the sweets

Chug-a-lug on the eightball

And see

Where this motherfuckin' life is gon' take y'all

The makers may

Fall

[R x2]