(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