Dead Man Walking

[Produced by DJ Hot Day and Jae Supreme] (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 can't stop Mega The nigga musta heard I didn't 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 time to blow him, I'mma show him how to use a fuckin four-four I said "yo son, ya games over" I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower He started wettin back I caught him in his fuckin back When he flung, I think his lungs collapsed He just a dead man walking Ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking (gunshot)