Lyrics:

And who wants me dead?
(I don't know. You know I can't reveal that sort of thing to you.)
I haven't got my money yet.
[Head splash caught. 8 million stories, nigga, word up
From the hard streets of Norfolk, muthafucka, to New York
All over the world, nigga
We win
All day every day, nigga
You bitch-ass nigga, watch what happen
Check the shit, yo
Ayo, ayo

They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the buildin'
He had a mask on, 4-5, 'Why did you kill him?'
It was supposed to happen, click the shit back (clack, clack clack)
Here's the deal, you get on the floor, lay in the grass�
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see you out here, your name's real, can't letchu get touched
He had a team, Japanese fiends, all of 'em creamed down
Cheeba lit, blood on his Adidas was thick (oh, shit)
One second homie, walked over, weapon was bony
Long-nosed joint, hold him
Grabbed the nigga head, broke his Rolly
Where the blow, shorty?
Shorty start smilin', y'all niggas is puss
Yo Lex, these niggas ain't vets, they gush
Chunk of meat flew off his cheekbone, broken teeth
Had a hole in his 'Lo shirt and took all his weed
Untied him he fell legs weak and son wouldn't tell, now it gets deep
Son start fallin' asleep, they woke him back up
Smacked him wit the Mac, where your slut?
I heard you copped a new Beamer and them glasses is rough (where your bitch, man?)
They was the ferla joints, 18 karats, bought 'em right in Brazil
He had to steal on him, niggas went savage
The hat him spread out, T-position, opened his jeans up
Shot him in the leg bone, he rose up like King Tut
Still riffin', this wop for real? My niggas still get it
All of us yellin' he ill wit it
Mouth bloody, muddy Gucci joints on, them shits was 900
Couldn't wait to kill him, his sons wanted it
Champion hoodie was gone, they broke his neck in like 5 places
Pushed him down the railin' and skinned his face

Yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, chill, chill
Police, police, nigga
Move, move
Yo son
Yo they just fuckin' killed this nigga, my nigga
(Overlapping: Stop leavin' them dirty fuckin' Filas around man)
You, man, stop it, man
(They just this nigga in the back of his fucking head, man)
Fuckin' head disintegrated, my nigga
There's a hundred police inside right now, man
(Yo! Listen! Ayo!)
They runnin' through the building, man
(Y'all niggas gotta shut the fuck up, man
Then you wonder why niggas be getting' busted
Man, ya niggas is yellin', man
We in the back cookin', B, c'mon, man
The fuck, Langston, go to the store
I'm still waitin' for that baking soda, man)