[Verse 1]
Who in the f** is bussin' caps up out them bushes (damn!)
Got a n***a running and ducking thinking who the f** could this be trying to k** me
Diving on the ground reaching for my hip strap with a 45 Glock and a extra clip
The first bullet that they shot should've hit me
But they f**ed around and let that motherf**a miss me
See the first thang came to mind was to retaliate
Started bussin' caps up in them bushes with out hesitatin'
Then I duck down the shots disease but I was laying low
After busting 9 shots I still had 8 more
Looking for my enemy I dash to another spot
Sitting up in a deep sweat
Thinking "did I k** this motherf**er yet?"
Cause if I didn't then it was still on
Saying to me self "my hood's gon' be the next tombstone"
Fire three more shots I heard him (ahh) I think i got him
It's time for the Grim Reaper to come and snatch his body
I creeped around the back way, he sittin' in a pool of blood
Throwing up my set, he shouldn't f**ed 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 n***a that I shot up looked exactly like me
Paranoid and nervous I woke up, everybody's laughing
Gasping for some air because I'm choking and embarra**ed
Syrup in my left hand swishas I was dealing
Come to find out that weed had a n***a trippin'
[Hook]
Your life is what you owe me
Cause a b**h is what you show me
[Verse 2]
I can hear and feel the dirt falling on my casket taking drastic measures
Caught up in this madness this gangsta sh**
Got a n***a stressing everyday
High until I die
Tripping off this motherf**in' 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 k** you then I wishin' for some shattered dreams
f** I'm in this game my life, I'm ballin' and thuggin' till the end
Motherf** some friends cause I'm all about my ends
Everybody and their mama's out to get me, I ain't trippin though
Down from the quick give caps to the player haters and stank hoes
Jealous? Yeah I want to k** him and shoot him
He's a b**h made n***a in my book I'd like to executed him and k** him dead
I'm sick of running from the feds
These player hating n***as and b**hes going to feel that led
When I hit 'em with that first spread
[Hook x4]
[Verse 3]
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 k** you first before you k** me
One of the rules in this 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 a** in focus, finna cause another comatose
Coward a** n***a feeling like your sh** on swole
I can fix it to where your whole body turns cold
Buster motherf**a better be acting like you know me
So far, b**h is what you show me
When I phone up, run home and get your homies
But see, I ain't scared of none n***a though
Let my nuts swing low
Sweet cherry and I have to carry that 12 gauge
Mosberg spitting out them bukshots
Buck 'em down them blood clots
f**in around with E-Rocc
b**h made n***a better stay up out my grill
Cause I'm built to k**
Running with my steel
Your life is what you owe me
[Hook x5]