this nigga die

ain't this a bitch

if this nigga die

then a lot of niggas gon' die

if my momma cry

then a lot of mommas gon' cry

fuck it

someone gotta handle that

checkmate

nigga

nigga done crept down and pretend he my dog

he the only son

so you know his mom's goin' off

i wouldn't be a true nigga if i let this slide

gotta saddle up - i gotta strap up and ride

my nigga momma gon' cry

then your momma gon' cry

one less in my clique

one in your clique gon' die

it's the game - you forgot it's eye for a eye

body for body

so you gon' respect my mind

you done started somethin' i'ma take real far

everyday is shootouts - you done started guerrilla war

it got me hurtin' to see my dog people in grief

so it's law i bring the same pain to your peeps

i'm dressed to kill: black-hoody

black souljas and 'bauds

when i spot ya i'ma let the stop on the sk unfold

when you hear that: chukah-blauw! chukah-blauw!

i'm tellin' you it's too late to run now

if this nigga die

then a lot of niggas gon' die

if my momma cry

then a lot of mommas gon' cry

if this nigga die

then a lot of niggas gon' die

if my momma cry

then a lot of mommas gon' cry

if this nigga die

then a lot of niggas gon' die

if my momma cry

then a lot of mommas gon' cry

if this nigga die

there's gon' be consequences and repercussions - believe that

in the streets i gotta have that mind frame fuck it"