| Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up | |
| *******s hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up | |
| Lookin for the ******* who pulled his pistol on my homie | |
| An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me | |
| Look deep into the eyes of your mutha******* killer | |
| I want you to witness your mutha******* murder, ******* | |
| And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry | |
| But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die | |
| We play the game for keeps and if you slept i guess you sleep | |
| You sho nuff ******* and now your ass is six feet deep | |
| Cause where i come from, yo, everybody's got a gat | |
| And *******s try your ass just to see where you got your heart at | |
| And if your *******t is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend | |
| And like i said before there'll be no tears in the end | |
| I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger | |
| You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger | |
| (by a total stranger) with the ?kanga? | |
| *******s wanna bang ya and hang ya | |
| Sting ya with one up in the chamber | |
| Let's take a trip up holloway | |
| So you can see how many *******s in my hood is down to die today | |
| We standin up for our own *******t | |
| And if you outside the click, then you die, ******* | |
| It ain't no love in this mutha*******a | |
| It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother | |
| Because we real with this *******t, so we stay true | |
| And since we bang, we do what o.g.'s say do | |
| I've got the mind of the man in the mirror | |
| So i'm lookin at me vaguely | |
| But i can't seem to fade me | |
| I've got my pistol pon ******* | |
| Ready to lick shots non-stop | |
| Until i see your monkey-ass drop | |
| And let your homies know who done it | |
| Cause when it comes to this gangsta *******t | |
| You mutha*******as know who run it | |
| So when you put this mutha*******a to the test | |
| You gotta realize somethin, *******: (you ******* with the very best) | |
| I've got this killer up inside of me | |
| I can't talk to my mother, so i talk to my diary | |
| I'm goin off on the deep end | |
| I find myself face to face with myself while i'm sleepin | |
| I see your picture in my head and my hand shake | |
| You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape | |
| My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy | |
| I got to get this mutha*******a before he gets to me | |
| So in your own blood you'll bathe | |
| And i won't stop until i put this mutha*******a in his ******* grave | |
| And i can say this once again | |
| You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end |