Lyrics:

in 1989 i was pushin dimes out the crack houses

tryin to get ?my mail on?

i got my self on?

i murdered 2 baseheads coz they tried to tell on

the nigga with the 3-5-7 chrome, my mind was gone

when i did dirt, i was alone

got on

got strong

i put my homie down, and we was down

in the summer time we made it snow all over town

200 Gs made money still coming in

gotta connect with the ill columbian

no matter who u trust u simply cannot win

it's always fun in the beginning but it's pain in the end

my homie got shot, murdered on 7-mile

in broad daylight

at night

i squeeze the AK tight

and fear i might be next in line

for the body choke outline

its going down...



chorus: (x4)

Kill or be killed nigga

u ain't reel nigga

feel my steel nigga



it seems niggaz wanna test me

police out to arrest me

coz the streets ?wanna? child molest me

i emptied out the full clip

now police got they hands full of bullshit

its drug related

so they hate it

i figure it was that nigga who i last saw the ????

murdered my homie in his cherokee

i saw that nigga at the mcdonalds drive through, so i pulled up to his ???

and unloaded my dumper

he had, his bitch and his baby in the car

but i didn't give a fuck, automatically unloaded, all of they asses got struck

187 on my pistol bullets to throw away

cop cars pull into the mcdonalds as i try to get away

they say we got the car surrounded, come out with your hands up

at this point i didn't give a fuck

it's going down...



chorus (x4)



murder weapon in my hands, dead bodies i blast

havin the whole city's souls just to dig up the past

they wanna negotiate my surrender, no way i ain't goin out like that

i looked at him, and cocked the gat

flashbacks of bloody bodies and cemeteries

so i did what was nessacary

and what was nessacary was...

(cops yelling out stuff)