Now for some stories Violence is up by forty seven percent I leave the building out the back door Mac four to your backbone You lie on the pavement Still before the cops say freeze Yeah it's that cold 'Son-of-a preacher man' playing on the radio Crown on the king, price on my head, heavy Hop out the Bel Air Chevy My MO be to wipe out all these m-o-bs Rain down on these s-o-bs No rats on my ghetto cheese Clear accounts when I settle fees I recollect when I had no connects Swam to the swamp, couldn't find me a deck Water level right above my neck Bet they thought I was never a threat, uh Bad blood, blood bath Rated R, don't cut that Baptized in your own blood in a church Pay for your sins, God told me to go purge that I'm in the strip club, back office right behind where her butts at Night shift done, 5 AM, you can go home take a bus back Back to the mission What's your position? Another dead body gone missing One time when I aim I don't miss it Big talk, I don't listen I hear sirens Behind all the sounds of violence Bodies piling, bitches wilding Smeared makeup, that's what she styling Who's she dialing? Demons, screaming Glocks is beaming In a warehouse with the chemicals steaming Cops surround us trying to bring the SWAT team in Scheming, just to get even Can't believe all the tales that he weaving Golden hour, it's a fine old evening Crip walk on a henchman while he creeping If I go out like this, you ain't leaving Ducking bullets all the way to the exit Doubt that I make it to the next hit Seen a black four door parked outside I'm on the run, take a walk outside Payback Me and this beef go way back Only spit facts, let me state that You should make this a movie, go and tape that Sorry momma yeah I had to do it Had a chance but I fucking blew it The game is ugly and I always knew it Got to get a grip before I fucking lose it Took a few hits Not looking so good Shooting pain through my arms in your hood High speed chases Blurred out faces These two minutes done felt like ages I don't even know how long I'mma last Highway, do a one thirty on the dash When I floor it, no brakes, all gas A truck appeared out the blue, then I crashed