(He Got The Slip On You)



This How It Went Down...



I Had To Undergo Therapy Not Surgery



The Nigga Wetted Me But He Didn't Murder Me



Dun I Survived



He Thought That I Died



Now It's Time To Throw The Nine Clip In Mission Revenge



Once Was Friends Now That Shit's Dead



That Stupid Muthafucka Shoulda Shot Me In The Head



So I Went To Brooklyn And Met With Dread



And Told Dread I Want The Pussy Clot Shot Dead



That Nigga Started A War Fuckin With Me Yo



Hit Me With A Four-four And Jetted With A Kilo



He Hit Me In The Chest



Lucky I Was Wearing A Vest, But The Impact Hurt My Fuckin Flesh



Right After He Left, I Noticed I Was Bleeding By My Neck



And I Was Type-scared To Death



Yo, I Blacked Out



I Woke Up, My Man Had The Mac Out



Said We Gonna Get The Nigga Back No Doubt



He Told Me To Rest



I Seen My Nigga Standing At The Door With A Tec



In Case A Muthafucker Flex



I Told Him How The Muthafuckin Kid Co-flipped



And He Said Parlay Son, Payback's A Bitch



Yo, Shit Is Real, I Feel Better



Word Out On The Street Is That A Four-four Cant Stop Mega



The Nigga Musta Heard I Didnt Die, Son He Hidin'



I Snatched Up His Man Inside A Van And Started Drivin'



His Man Started Dymin'



Said The Nigga Drivin' In 735 And He Knows Where To Find Him



Cool, Tell My Man To Drop The Kid Off



Soon As We Hit The Next Darn Block, Blew His Fuckin Wig Off



Now That's One Down, One Nigga To Go



Just Drive Slow So We Dont Have To Worry 'bout Five-o



Now It's Time To Get Even,



We In, Five Jeeps Deep With The Mad Heat And Steamin



Oh Shit, I See Him, He Gettin Out The Seven



My Man Started Wetting At The Nigga With A Mac-11



I Specialize In War



Now It's Tim