[Intro/Hook] In the land of the killing Better say your prayers tonight Amen, its hard enough trynna survive And to top it off I gotta watch my back Cause these niggas wanna act up Should I fight or should I run? Should I hide or get my gun? I can't decide
[Verse 1] Now see, Tyrone does whatever his homies do Just the dope hes doin' Deep in his mind he knows he's cool He's ditchin' class cause he feels like he don't belong in school Momma always yellin' out, Damn Tyrone, what's wrong with you! He wanna show the world he grew in some balls Abusin' the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall This dude is the cause of a lot of shit Don't know where is father went Never had no confidence, resortin' to poppin' clips His homies thought that they were violent assassins They said, come on tyrone, its time to get active We gon' roll up on this nigga Real silent and passive Then you pull out the 9 and then blast him We gon' roll to his crib Be careful shootin' so you don't hit the kids You down fo' it? Tyrone said, "You know what it is" So they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta "POP POP" (Bitch ass muthafucka)
[Hook] In the land of the killing Better say your prayers tonight Amen, its hard enough trynna survive And to top it off I gotta watch my back Cause these niggas wanna act up Should I fight or should I run? Should I hide or get my gun? I can't decide
[Verse 2] Tyrones big ballin’ Gettin the dough Fuck bitches and hoes Still rippin the 4’s Walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow Shit, and all the local neighborhood niggas would know Its like he was born to fit the streets Never had no chicken feet Walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet Before he walked in some dudes was like “Aye Nigga...POP POP POP, we dont play nigga” They just shot him when his lives undone The man inside the liquor store dialed 911 And at the same time he's strugglin' tryin' to find someone Screamin “HELP HELP, STAY ALIVE YOUNG SON!” The boys gunna die and he knows that A bullet went through his skull cap He’s barely breathing And both of his eyes balls have rolled back Oh crap the people who witnessed it can't believe it yo Maybe it’s linked to the drive by he did a week ago
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[Verse 3] Tyrone’s dead, all over some dumb shit His homies dont know who did it They just got assumptions Ready to whall out With a sinister function And drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips And OG was like “fuck it he’s dead now So open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out Yall got me stressed now Shit yall need to chill out Cause everytime some shit be poppin off yall pull the steel out” One of the younger homies was like “Fuck that, we gon’ tug gats and bust back, trust that” The OG was like “Man Yall don’t need to be out here bustin slugs Yall dont even know who the fuck it was Yall fucking bugs Yall gunna be dead taking this violent route You little niggas always whilin out You need to getcha shit straight and understand whatcha life about Cause if a bullet hit your ass believe your lights is out.” The younger homie like “Nigga, you dont run these streets You ain't never been no fucking G If I wanna bust my heat it’s up to me And I know them niggas that killed T Are the same niggas that we hit up the other week” Another homie like “Naaah they ain't get back for that Cause that’s them niggas pulling up in the Cadilla-POP POP POP....POP
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