What do you got there?
Yeah.
10-5-1-6.
10-25.
Yeah.
10-4-1-6.
10-4-1-6.
10-4-1-6.
10-4-1-6.
10-4-1-6.
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just get crazy, man.
It's just like,
niggas don't even give a damn no more.
Niggas just get bullets out,
get guns out,
just kill niggas.
Young niggas screaming.
No respect for the old gentlemen of the days.
He's dressed up in the club with Italian linen on him.
Acting so nonchalant with about 50 women on him.
Threw 10 grand at the bar and said, ho it up.
That's the definition of a baller trying to show it up.
High priced cars, valet, $200 tips.
But all that shine can dodge them six hollow tips.
And I ain't saying he wasn't invited,
but there's a broke dreadhead
ready to catch a body,
three bullets up in his body.
Heart failure probably,
tomorrow ain't promised by this.
So I pray the Lord, God, man.
Doctors made sure he kept breathing face to face with his self.
Couldn't see that he was leaving.
They couldn't stop the bleeding.
Another mother crying,
statistics of the street life.
Another brother dying, the evening news line.
Because all I see is murder.
No need to even pray or try to push it further.
Yeah.
It was like,
it was like I seen him once and then I
looked back and then he wasn't there no more.
I heard the bullets.
I heard the gunshots.
I ducked.
I ain't gonna stand cause bullets ain't got no name out here.
Young niggas ain't got no game out here.
Making it bad for the huffers.
Making it bad for the streets out here.
Gotta stay in the high.
Never know what might happen.
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up.
Revenge is in the air.
Everybody's got up.
It used to be the South side.
Now it's the South of Iraq.
They used to sell iPhones.
Now they selling iCrac.
Those fiends were barred at the block that there was on.
Better duck cause bullets will penetrate through your home.
You can ask Cal Wayne.
He was on the front line.
We was in the pen when his brother got buffed down.
Your brother put that gun down.
White folks will hide you.
Give you a hundred years while the devil walk beside you.
In the hell and death that we spoken of Marillo.
Still have to close my eyes.
I got a pistol under my pillow.
No more sleeping willow.
Death can't be an option.
I can't even breathe.
Every breath is toxin.
Feel like my body boxing and I ain't at the deep end.
Just to find a chapter.
Eyes open while I'm sleeping.
You know,
when that girl that come through,
when that black hearse come through,
they ain't gonna worry about who you is.
They gonna put you in the inside.
They gonna drive out.
You know what I'm talking about?
Like ghosts.
Ghost town, man.
Police everywhere.
Ain't nobody gonna give a damn about you, man.
Mama crying.
Telling you, man.
Put the gun down, baby.
It get real out you.
Mean that.