Dead Man Walking

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 but that shit's dead
That stupid motherfucker 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 wearin' a vest
But the impact hurt my fuckin' flesh
Right after he left, I noticed I was bleedin' 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 standin' at the door with a Tec
In case a motherfucker flex
I told him how the motherfuckin' 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 didn't 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 don't 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 wettin' 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 buckin' back, I caught him in his fuckin' back
When he flung, I think his lungs collapsed
He just a dead man walkin'
Ay yo, fuck that shit, I'm through talkin'