Lyrics
Picture a nigga on the warpath,
And he'll spread terror through the city and leave a trail of blood baths.
And to those that know, he's not a phony.
But tonight he'll get his vengeance on the fool who killed his homey.
Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out.
Cause the hood is where its good is what its about.
Geah. Don't want to squable, through down or even kick him.
Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim.
Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub.
Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
spot where its hot. Yeah boy he knows it.
But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded.
Throws up the set, then he bones out quick.
Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick.
Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling.
He tells his homey, "G lets get ready for the killing."
Little did he know Miss Daisy's in the kitchen
Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking.
Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races.
Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces.
He here's this fucking little voice in his brain.
And its saying don't kill, we're all in the same gang.
He tells it back, that ain't the gang I'm in.
Because the gang I'm in is like in it to win.
So he killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop.
Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop.
The explenation for this, he must was crazy.
I guess that's why he had to driveby miss daisy.
[And now the driveby].....[Say hello to my little friend.]
[You die mutherfucker...]
Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy.
Drive a 190E, ain't got no time for a caddy.
He got snaps because he jacked a nigga.
But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger.
Now there's a contract for your head on a platter.
If there's somebody with you they'll kill them too it don't matter.
Now your laying low at your girlfriends crib.
And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did.