(Man in background)
Fuck you motherfucker
untie me from this chair man
you better untie me from this chair nigga
you know who the fuck I am?
I will have you killed nigga
you better untie me motherfucka
fuck y'all motherfuckers man
do you know who the fuck I am, man?
Motherfucker!
(muffled shouts)
Right
sure you right
wanna cigarette nigga?
B-Real
You was a good kid
your parents musta loved you
they got you outta trouble
no matter how big the bubble
they gave you everything,
naw you never needed nothin
we used to get high,
'member we was weeded cousin?
we used to go to clubs
blaze it up and act crazy
what made you turn around
was it drugs or your lady
we had good times
committin' hood crimes
we drew lines
but you never understood mine
you don't go fuckin homies
just like my momma told me
I held my hood up only
you were a fucking phony
I guess it manifested when I got the call early
they said you bunkered down in the hood with old girly
she had your back covered but that didn't matter did it
I know you're livid but you put your fucking self in it
don't try to make a move nigga don't go fuckin dare
I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair
you never loved your family
you robbed them all gladly
they tried to love you sadly
you let 'em down badly
just call me death angel
but we were never strangers
you bout to get mangled
that's truer than Kurt Angle
Now it's time to pay
any last word to say?
I know your minds strayed
Son, I think you need to pray
Don't even need to tell you,
you were a smart nigga
Save your teardrops,
yo don't even start nigga
ya shoulda thought a that long ago before ya fucked me
ya dodged long enough homie now ya been lucky
but now it's pay the piper
no fucking traps or snipers
just a gas a lighter
caught up
