How in the fuck is bussin caps up out them bushes(damn!!!)
Got a nigga running and ducking thinking how the fuck could this be trying to kill me
Diving on the ground reaching for my hip strap with a 45 glock and a extra clip
(Muthafucka)
The first bullet that they shot shoulda hit me but they fucked around and let that muthafucka miss me.
See the first thang came to mind was to retaliate.
Started bussin caps up in them bushes with out hesitate
Then i duck down the shots disease but i was laying low after busting 9 shots I still have 8 more
Looking for my enemy I dash to another spot
Sitting up in ah deep sweat thinking did I kill this muthafucka yet
Cause if i didnt then it was still on saying to me self my hood's goin be my next tombstone
Fire three more shots i heard him (ahh) i think i got him its time for the Grim Reaper to come and snatch his body
I creep around the back way he sitting in a pool of blood throwing up my set he shouldna fucked with this ghetto thug
Flipped him on his back I dropped my gat and started yelling dashin through them muddy trails fool I was Belling
When I seen his face lord forbid it had frighten me the nigga that i shot up looked exactly like me
Paranoid and nervous I woke up and everybodys laughing
Gasping for some air because im choking and embarrass
Syrup in my left hand swishas I was dealing come to find out that weed had a nigga trippin
Hook×1
Your life is what you owe me cause a bitch is what you show me
I can hear and feel the dirt falling on my casket taking drastic measures
Caught up in this madness this gangsta shit
Got a nigga stressing everyday high until I die tripping off this muthafuckin hell of fri
I'm screamin nobody to hear me call
Hell is right beneath my feet and I can see my downfall
Imagine living your life on a chrome plated triple beam the world is trying to kill you then I wish it for some shattered dreams
Fuck im in this game my life im ballin and thuggin till the end
Muthafuck some friends cause I'm all about My ends
Everybody and they mama's out to get me ain't trippin though
Down from the quick give caps to the player haters and stank hoe's
(Big ol bitch)
Jealous yea I want to kill him and shoot cuz he's a bitch made nigga in my book I like the executed him and kill him dead
I'm sick of running from the feds
These player hating niggas and bitches going to feel that led when I hit on with that first spread
(Hook×4)
Your life is what you owe me because a bitch is what you show me
Your life is what you owe me because a bitch is what you show me
Your life is what you owe me because a bitch is what you show me
Your life is what you owe me cause a bitch is what you show me
Picture me at my funeral
I can hear the Reverend preaching may he rest in peace
Feeling no more pain no more grief
See I'm going to kill you first before you kill me
One of the rules of the game is don't turn your back on that enemy
When I catch you slippin in the in the middle of the night get your gat and get him ghost
Got that ass in focus fixing to cause another comatose
Coward ass nigga feeling like your shit on swole
I can fix it to where your whole body turns cold
Buster muthafucka better act like you know me
So far from bitch is what you show me when I roll up run and get your homies
But see I aint scared of nan niggs though
Let my nuts swing low sweet cherry and I have to carry that 12 gauge mosberg spitting out them bukshots buckin down them blood clots
Fuckin around with E rocc
Bitch made nigga better stay up out my grill Cause im built to kill running with my steel your life is what you owe me
Hook×5
Your life is what you told me cause a bitch is what you show me