Picture a nigga on the warpath
Down to spread terror through the city and leave a trail of bloodbaths
And to those that know he's not a phony
But tonight he'll get his vengeance on the fool who killed his homie
Don't give a fuck he'll take you smooth on out
Cause the hood's where it's good is what it's about
Geah, don't wanna squabble, throw down or even kick him
Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him you're just a victim
Jumped in the car ashtray, sis a dub
Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
Spot where it's hot, yeah boy he knows it
But before he does the killing he's got to get loaded
Throws up the set then he bones out quick
Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick
Now he's at the curb and yeah he's got the feeling
He tells his homie G let's get ready for the killing
Little did he know Miss Daisy's in the kitchen
Standing cooking chicken, nine started clicking
Ran up through the back of the house like relay races
Just like a train robbery bandanas on their faces
He hears this fucking little voice in his brain
And it's saying don't kill, we're all in the same gang
He tells it back that ain't the gang I'm in
Cause the gang I'm in is like in it to win
So he killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop
Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop
The explanation for this he must was crazy
I guess that's why he had to drive by Miss Daisy
And now the drive-by
Say hello to my little friend
You're dead, motherfucker
You're dead, motherfucker
You're dead, motherfucker
Check out the high rolling, young balling pimp mack daddy
Driving 190E ain't got no time for a caddy
He got snaps because he jacked a nigga
But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger
Now there's a contract for your head on a platter
If it's somebody with you they'll kill him too it don't matter
Now you're laying low at your girlfriend's crib
And you're thinking of the sheisty shit that you did
Now you got balls and you pull another jack
Another and another, your pockets on fat
Don't give a fuck if he spends time in jail
Just load up the nine with the hollow point shells
So now he's on a mission to kill or be killed
Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes need to be filled
So now it's 12 o'clock and it's time for a jack
Not even thinking it was time for payback
And yeah you spot a fool who will get the rat pack
Rolling close behind while you blaze a twenty sack
He stops at a light on Alondra and Central
Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window it's kind of simple
But you know how a D.O. and what the fuck was in store
It was the same punk who you tried to jack before
And he won't give up shit, point blank hesitation
Innocent Miss Daisy at the Mobil gas station
His nine went click, your nine went clack
Miss Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back
The explanation for this he must was crazy
I guess that's why he had to drive by Miss Daisy
And now the drive-by
We finna get this motherfucker
Say hello to my little friend
You're dead, motherfucker
You're dead, motherfucker
You're dead, motherfucker
