we gots dem killa Bs and dem killa As take dat ass and leave them lying in the clay we gots dem stop glock and sprays a mutha fucka who thinks they be ticklein me pink the last thing i see is you & me locked inside a bulls eye trying to break out and let the killa killa-zilla letting lose of that hood time thrilla late night i peeled ya back caught ya lampin came in like a stampede took over and revamped it you say you hate me cause i cant stand ya so i took ya breath with two shots in ya chest yous a broke nigga bum nigga who cant a frfford two triggas and a yo ho ho a bottle of rum run nigga fought two then i heard a blast from the past my homies been shot and and killed at last he was like my brotha my mother and a role model for several others it hit me like a tidal wave of rage no they released me from my cage being caged inside ones self is a negitive space on ones shelf a reflection of a time when we were all by ourselves in my heart is you will dwell my consistent tears seem to swell oh well looks like its raining hell walked up on these bustas about time they fell heard them bragging bout my buddy Darrell had he begged for his life he might still be alive lol how have you been you found out about me and my next to.kin this might be a unforgettable trend but you go na btaek and you gona decend into a coffin a shallow grave i dont give a fuck so i made them beg but in the end of this escapade i revenged the death on my nigga reaching out to you homie my god there for ya love your big brotha and cherish the time you get to spend with yo.next to kin yo homie yo guy cause now he in the sky with tje big guy amen my friend