Your Life

[Verse 1] Who in the fuck is bussin' caps up out them bushes (damn!) Got a nigga running and ducking thinking who the fuck could this be trying to kill me Diving on the ground reaching for my hip strap with a 45 Glock and a extra clip The first bullet that they shot should've hit me But they fucked around and let that motherfucka miss me See the first thang came to mind was to retaliate Started bussin' caps up in them bushes with out hesitatin' Then I duck down the shots disease but I was laying low After busting 9 shots I still had 8 more Looking for my enemy I dash to another spot Sitting up in a deep sweat Thinking "did I kill this motherfucker yet?" Cause if I didn't then it was still on Saying to me self "my hood's gon' be the next tombstone" Fire three more shots I heard him (ahh) I think i got him It's time for the Grim Reaper to come and snatch his body I creeped around the back way, he sittin' in a pool of blood Throwing up my set, he shouldn't fucked with this ghetto thug Flipped him on his back I dropped my gat and started yelling Dashin through them muddy trails fool I was belling When I seen his face lord forbid it had frighten me The nigga that I shot up looked exactly like me Paranoid and nervous I woke up, everybody's laughing Gasping for some air because I'm choking and embarrassed Syrup in my left hand swishas I was dealing Come to find out that weed had a nigga trippin' [Hook] Your life is what you owe me Cause a bitch is what you show me [Verse 2] I can hear and feel the dirt falling on my casket taking drastic measures Caught up in this madness this gangsta shit Got a nigga stressing everyday High until I die Tripping off this motherfuckin' hell of fri I'm screamin nobody to hear me call Hell is right beneath my feet and I can see my downfall Imagine living your life on a chrome plated triple beam The world is trying to kill you then I wishin' for some shattered dreams Fuck I'm in this game my life, I'm ballin' and thuggin' till the end Motherfuck some friends cause I'm all about my ends Everybody and their mama's out to get me, I ain't trippin though Down from the quick give caps to the player haters and stank hoes Jealous? Yeah I want to kill him and shoot him He's a bitch made nigga in my book I'd like to executed him and kill him dead I'm sick of running from the feds These player hating niggas and bitches going to feel that led When I hit 'em with that first spread [Hook x4] [Verse 3] Picture me at my funeral I can hear the Reverend preaching "may he rest in peace" Feeling no more pain no more grief See I'm going to kill you first before you kill me One of the rules in this game is don't turn your back on that enemy When I catch you slippin' in the in the middle of the night get your gat and get him ghost Got that ass in focus, finna cause another comatose Coward ass nigga feeling like your shit on swole I can fix it to where your whole body turns cold Buster motherfucka better be acting like you know me So far, bitch is what you show me When I phone up, run home and get your homies But see, I ain't scared of none nigga though Let my nuts swing low Sweet cherry and I have to carry that 12 gauge Mosberg spitting out them bukshots Buck 'em down them blood clots Fuckin around with E-Rocc Bitch made nigga better stay up out my grill Cause I'm built to kill Running with my steel Your life is what you owe me [Hook x5]