that was a lotta paper fool that got real bloody I ain't expect son to let off that many shots fool my gleezy still leaking bloody fool the cannon still smoking That 40 go to ripping left they bodies smoking left em leaking all for the coca over the coca-ina b so much bloodshed shed over this coca pack I just copped gon b some bloodshed young killas ain't come back with the paper on time wack wack wack him till they whole crew left dripping coming up of other Scrilla the cocaine b so much if it to deal but very nigga round me deal even harder to eat these rocks flava and they still ain't coming back they paper to slow n I ain't got the patience reach for the heater in a quick rush prowl through the streets hyena clan blood shed for the paper ask him no question ain't nothing personal just for the Scrilla we just hopping out shooting dig right n the pockets of they dead bodies and trust these hyenas wit me need every lest penny we devour our opps like hyenas n down to they cartilage tear em to shreds with the tech the Mac n the 40 that nina gotta the popping left them booys smoking just for the Scrilla in the dungeon pit of hell my drug trap where I hail smoking strong gas to the brain to soothe all the paranoia from having smoking them fools blood bath of a massacre a whole lot bloody murderous breed my hyenas just kept squeezing left em dripping on the floor of the concrete jungle for doing all that roaring like they was Gon shoot slid up on em before they could say another word and shut they caskets closed the torment from the demons to kill n murder all left is hope n Jesus blood cover me all that cleanse me from my iniquity of my opps blood shed covering my spirit that I b redeemed before they kill me ain't no way to survive n this life having killed niggas friends that God no longer as a killer but as a man a good man through Jesus thatGods wrath don't condemn me n I can reap the glory of Jesus