yeah,we gon send this out to all them busteers out there
the muthafucking fools that be straight be smoking fools
for no apparent reason know what i mean,yeah
time to get down
[verse 1]
my cells ringing off the hook about ten o'lock
to break me off the news my lil homie got shot
they said he got caught slipping in the hood
he caught 3 to the chest and he wasn't doing good
he lasted 8 hours till he passed on
in the waiting room at genarals just before dawn
i'm felling for his baby, his sister and his mom
a son, a daddy, a soldier now gone
the homies get together and were feeling all this pain
the screaming, the crying making us go insane
an eye for an eye is all thats on my mind
and mercy is the last thing in my heart that i can find
just thinking about god and the power and the will
but forgive me lord see now i must kill
and when i catch 'em slippin the trigger i would squeeze
bring him to his knees an yell.
[chorus]
somebody please give me just a minute
to explain my misery
[verse 2]
im 17 now i'm trying to leave the game
and banging ain't the same since the taste of fame
i know that i should leave it in the hands of god
but making them fools pay is my only job
they took my homies life for all the wrong reasons
now reasons for me is enemigas hunting season
revenge is the only way to easethe pain
and the pain that i ease is with the bala to your brain
i lost my lil homie to the calles
and all they coming is puro desmadre
remembering the dayz when it was all good
two lil mocosos terrorizing the hood
flossing our bikes to cruisin our rides
but now your gone homie and your killer can't hide
they can run but there souls i own
and the eternal flames all them bitches will roam
[chorus]
somebody please give me just a minute
to explain my misery
[verse 3]
two weeks passed now my homie long gone
we had the last meeting now the mission is on
i get a four door g ride with balls
beanies, brownies and cutes for the cause
angels riding shotgun with a maysberg of course
anf chavo with an AK and no remorse
roll up to the hood with the worst intention
none of them fools is even paying attention
kill the lights down the block just for tradition
weget out the car in a shotgun position
flash lights blasting fools dropping and running
hoes is screaming me and my gun straight gunning
extra clips in the pockets hoes in my path
i'm killing everybody there gonna feelmy wrath
fools shulda never fuck with real G's
somebody please somebody please
[chorus]
somebody please give me just a minute
to explain my misery
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