Verse one:
Yo, the lord is my shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin, that comes from the struggle
Shoes been scuffled, bloods been shed, another mother loses a son
cause where Im from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead their aint no awakenin
So like once said, life aint for fakin
Yo, you wit me when I say duct tape em?
Fuck waitin
Got the truck outside, benz jeep for navigation
Everything in position, theyd rather be fuckin wit satan
When I aim I aint missin, master of assasination
I heard he call himself esco, drive a lexo
Rocks his hat sideways, showin off his waves with a chipped tooth
Is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew
Wait around his crib until it turns around two am
As soon as he walks in the door we slay em
You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin
Chorus - okay, you wanna play rough? !
(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3x,
Okay yo, we could play rough!
Verse two:
Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
Who these niggas tryin to hide in their truck
I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
Ducked in they seat?are they lookin for me?
But I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought
I slept like b.i.g. and pac did
May they rest in peace, but while Im alive I pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
Put these niggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat
Back up in the street
Watch these niggas thats tryin to watch me, I carefully creep
Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin my heat
Empty every shell in their direction
Its you, I shouldve guessed it!
Same niggas that I was connected wit, I know sent you
Now ima take you off here, you dont know what you got into
Chorus
Verse three:
Walked in his house, smackin him up, "what you talkin about? " he said
Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
Never thought Id be in his home
With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
Fuckin with me, you shouldve known
Ill have em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
What money can do, get you hit for less than a g
For threatenin me
Ima do it myself, take you to hell, this ones for free
Killin you niggas with nothin
Left him dead, engine runnin
You the only Im makin sure that gets whats comin
Look at your woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
But before I let you have it Im searchin your crib
For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
Ill be right up in his ass to blow em out with the mac
Niggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that?
Now you gotta lay flat, gettin eatin by rats
Gettin evens never wrong, its only right to react
Eye for an eye, cause the sweetest part is payback
Somebody kncokin, who dat?
"a cop man", let him in
And give that mothafucka one under the chin
Cant believe this nigga down with the feds!
The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
Dont explain, I put the pound on his head
Blew em! before that I cant remember the last time I said......
Okay, so we gonna play rough!
Chorus
