Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man?   Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man   Them motherfuckers done killed him   We got to ride for this nigga   On them old hoe ass niggas   I say we ride over right there, right now   That's what I'm talking about, let's roll      As we delve through the mud and rain   Straight shots of tongue ease the pain   As we put to rest one of my niggas   That got cut up and lost half his brain   Shit, ain't the same niggas is dangerous   Buckin' like it's the thang to bust   When I looked at my nigga fucked up   I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us      Niggas do hate like that, nigga, you never know   He say a friend but I smell foe   So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door   So I sleep with the big fo-fo   But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow   You know what they say, gotta go, gotta go   What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well   When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride   (For me)      On the niggas that did me killed, me committed my homicide   Gather up after the funeral and pull out all the big guns   (Posse up)   Go through every hood poppin' till somebody tell you somethin'   How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die   So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge   And do it the same night they put me under   Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on   Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Nigga, you never know when you gone die)   Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Say never know when it could be you)      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (They leave yo house and don't come back)   Murda mo niggas gone kill some more   (This shit is real and oh, so true)      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Nigga, you never know when you gone die)   Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Say never know when it could be you)      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (They leave yo house and don't come back)   Murda mo niggas gone kill some more   (This shit is real and oh, so true)      When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin'   Lying, talkin' 'bout they all love Ryan   And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral   Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who   Nigger, I died in the car chase shot   The place like the last scene in Scarface   Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky   Terror Squad till the day I die      I'ma thug, I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la   Niggas tell me get off that weed, I'ma keep smoking on that thai   Nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep hittin' that   (Puff puff)   Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that?   You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it      It's all good in your hood having laughs   Puff weed to clear my cataracts   Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance   But now I'm there too many dead brain cells   Runnin' 'round inside my head   That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red      Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin'   Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion   My niggas talkin', figuring how to get my fortune   While I'm lost in space waiting for Satan and his horseman   Walkin' through fire sparkin' my lighter cloud the sky up   Rising higher and higher, eye to eye with my messiah   Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell   I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself      Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin' 'bout murder on all the songs   I say 'cuz I could step out the door, somebody could pop and I'm gone   Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid   Smoking too much of that weed, what's that I just heard a noise   Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys   Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this   So that's the meaning of this      Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit   So nigga don't trip the reaper, seem to be getting closer   So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin' and duckin' murder   Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge   Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray   Murder murder, mo murder, murder, kill, kill, kill      Shit, it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real   But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped   Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock   Nigga, don't take murder for no joke, that's like slittin' your own throat   But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Nigga, you never know when you gone die)   Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (Say never know when it could be you)      Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more   (They leave yo house and don't come back)   Murda mo niggas gone kill some more   (This shit is real and oh, so true)