Intro/Chorus:      The last thing that I saw was when he cried   Shot him in the face and walked away before he died   (repeat 4X)      Verse One:      I'm pacin the flo' with the fo'-pound   Visualizin graphics while he talkin, givin me the low down   My nigga went away in ninety-three and died instantly   Now I'ma show the nigga you kilt and what he meant to me   I put his photos in my fo'-do'   I know where the nigga be kickin it at   Me at him poppin it at the same hoe   My conversation be on royalties   She loyal to me, and I'ma get her to kill the nigga for me   Uhh, it seems his life is in my hands   And I don't plan to let it slip through the way you kilt him   I'ma kill you   Despite the fact that I've been shot before   As long as I get this bitch-ass nigga I don't mind, dyin, so   Take the lock off the pound like a pro   Grab an extra clip make sure I don't come short   Pull up and mad dog his whole crib   Hocus pocus motherfucker I'm in your face with this hot steel   The thrill to kill is unbearable   I told the bitch to close her eyes   Send up the roots give something terrible   The ultimate payback is revenge   TNT and cement shoes, plus the way he went was cool!   Seventeen shots, top hip-hop   Fuck, the world, cause the world fuckin you   That's how we serves on this late night   Pump pump chump chump rump pump fools stay tight      Chorus      Verse Two:      Now who the fuck I suppose to follow?   Is it them honkies in the White House   or that nigga drinkin out that forty bottle?   Either way it goes, I'm eager to bloodshed   I'm catchin one plus one equals two to the forehead   Career was callin alcohol was chemically made to wrap us   So when I swab, the neighborhood crab is where he left us   On the street, the mud was wiped from who survived   He wanted me dead, cold red and blood he had to die   Slapped that ass with this Mac-10   It's just so hard when you depart, make that chest do a backbend   Bend back easy to the liquor sto'   Cut me a four-oh, and up a four-five on this Korean hoe   Cuff the loot and bit one slowly   Reverse my coat plus half a block I done some dirt   Dem a knows me   There's no endin for this madness   I had the situation turnin till I started drinkin this mad shit   Now there's a hole in this bucket (in this bucket)   In the chick I had to stick for the lick, fuck it   Crack the fo' and drunk it boldly   All the boys was tailin behind me, but they didn't even knows me   So then they hit the blue lights, I bent the U right   Zipped past the red light, and it became a motherfuckin street fight      Chorus      Verse Three:      Altitude, a level where a nigga show no gratitude   More like attitude   Hands on pumps, bodies in trunks   Victim face down, in that trunk rum-pum, pum pum   My mission to decease individuals   When night falls I crawl like black widows   with barrels in the middle   Blaow, cause I like to move the crowd   Watch em turn cold as they bodies pile   Evaporate like lightning as fast as fuck   A small armed tec hit like an eighteen wheeler truck   Put his head in his hands, cause I don't give no fuck   Ashes to ashes and bust when I must   Cackling these bodies, that I've turned to dust   Six million ways to die, one more is a plus   I revolve like revolvers, and answer all challenge   SOS cut your ass off better      Chorus