(now one day)      Yo, who stepped off rage   Broke cracked bottle tops, spilled this forever   Whites, no trace, leather jacket zipped up to his face   He dipped behind the wall, Shalenka couldn't aim to touch it   These cats have started something that they couldn't finish   Now they flee the country   Yo, shot guy, God please forgive this life we're living   Takin' mans for diems, aiyo, hands on your head where I can see 'em   The chron's shone, spit out the combine   I'm tryin' to make my exit real quick   We leave no form of evidence      [Chorus]   Bakin' slugs out the dark   Wild shoot-outs through the park   These jail houses overcrowdin'   All my thugs remain calm   Money turnin', trees is burnin'   But one day, it'll be gone   (now one day)   I'm your suspect         Yo, heavy chrons with small engravments   Digits wit' small letters that name it   Man created, but always to blame it   I'm far rusted, pushin' your glusted, you busted and pussy   Open your face and get chopped, just like a cussy   You're pyro, I got one eye lookin' straight down the barrell   Don't mistake me for shhhh, I'll eat your food and real quick   Burn up the gear I dressed in   Meanwhile the motive got them itchin' questions and guesses   What would you ask God if you had one question?   Aiyo, deal wit' your family in your life   Don't try to flop mine, they puttin' over dates and trials   Little snitches turn into coffins and push six   A man could be my worst enemy, I'll take this   >From pyramids, beer caps to dollar bills with faces   Got me chasin' bloody papers   Scatterd 'cross the floor like forty acres   So tired that, better yet, picture this from beer caps    To dollar bills, black clips, lyrical high tips      [Chorus]      Yo, half a dutch inside a candle seed   Liquor bottles in cemetarys   'Nuff built up inside my body, but the Lord is my salvation   Still have to make a move, cause just put off   Broken fingers on metal tables, hands off, I'll pull off   Black caddies and starlen windows that's bulletproof   All you could see is fog off the door   And richotched to the floor   thirty-four fours, align your back, all straight to your jaw's jaws   All pause, lookin' through the barrell, it's all yours      [Chorus]