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Rappin and scattin and tappin and cappin,

Ropin and rippin and chattin and tripping,

Over this and under that, bustin a cap and rakin the cash.

Bitin the bullet, and I'll never forget, the rides in yor Corvette, you smelled like cigarette, we broke your tv set, awoke in a cold sweat, and I finally regret, the pain that I caused, miss the way that it was, rollin the cars, and breakin the laws, so much applause, but then we hit pause.

Now I know where I am, cuz we fell for the scam, now I'm in such a jam, hit the wall with a slam, could have made a grand slam, but we lost it all, man.

They came for us packin, didn't see em attackin, They were cracking and hacking and jacking and racking and sacking and smacking our wazzes for all we were lacking.

Made a sound and we were found, we were surrounded, was no way around, couldn't make it to the ground, trailed us like a hound, then they beat us down.

Maybe hours, maybe days, couldn't tell the time,

To make it short, I lived, you died, now I write this rhyme.

I'll get revenge, I'll take em out, I'll fight and cuss, I'll scream and shout.

I just need time, it hurts so bad, to see you die, so sad, so mad. Words can't express these scars I've had.

I can't lie down, it kills to stand, my life's became so out of hand. To eat brings pain, can't lose this stain, to breathe brings fire I can't sustain.



Some day they'll DIE!

When I can find the strength to fight!

I'll sit and I'll watch as their souls burn in hell.

I'll laugh and I'll smile when finally they die,

When happiness I'll feel again.

Shotguns flaring, sirens blaring, didn't know I'd been preparing, for this night, this final fight, when fury burns and wrongs are right.

Switchblades flahing, race cars crashing, people die when teeth are gnashing.

Bombs explodin, guns reloadin, my revenge is tinted golden.

Paint the walls new pretty colors, cappin brothers, and all the others, puttin holes through all their mothers.

Don't deserve it? Well, heck, who does? Dug your own graves, just because, you killed my friend, my bro, my dawg. Who gave you the right to play God?

You can't take people's lives like that, life's not some game, it's real combat.

      -Lo Ruhamah