Woke up in the morning, wit a bed consistin of me and a hoe/
Stretchin....yawnin...lookin for my clothes/
Rollin out of bed and holdin my head/
Feelin like im dead, shakin that feelin as im gettin dressed/
My head splittin the result of too much drink/
Partyin since saturday...today tuesday...or so i think/
Leavin the hoe a hundred dollaz, then leavin/
Outside checkin ova my shoulda to make sure no one follaz, cuz its the season/
For people to b left wit their dome burst/
People wont let u make it home first/
Makin it to my homies crib, and listenin to the shit/
That he told me these bitch made punks proceed to spit/
E'rything was aight, till i heard bout someone dissin me/
Fury blinded my sight, time for a mom to report a missin G/
Loadin up, and told my homie to stay there i b right back/
He helped me when we was growin up, but now he on the right track/
So i bounced wit a glock on my hip/
Took a deep breath outside, time to make a hit/
Gettin into the ride, time for a bustah to die/
Time for a mom to cry, as i proceed to drive/
To his block, cockin back my glock/
Checkin the clip cuz i got, bout 17 shots/
For his ass...turnin left...no one about/
Then from no where 8 people jumped out/
Shots rang out, catchin me in my face and neck/
Looks like here is where i die...when i was gunnin...fo' respect.
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