Kill or Be Killed

[Produced by Willie B] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] You woke up this morning not knowing blood will be on your garments Ambulances and informants hood rats callin' down your homies See them demons and them omens staring at you Mind control they want your soul And then your rolling with them just know where you going,(hellbound) Twelve rounds came out that .45, make it to see 25 that's alot,(let's rewind) When you pulled up on them 6's bust a pistol busting bitches nigga's looking suspicious load em' up while you,(split your swishers) Hungry enough to come and get you Hope the gun is coming with you Gonna have to shoot it out or shoot infront(won't pitch em') Time is now you wasn't focused you seemed up like you had posted No tags it was stolen and then it was murder motives Blink of a eye you looking right at yo demise as they hopping out they gonna ride It's a homicide on yo life The coldest thing you didn't see and now you laying there bleeding Hopeless they keep out your weakness and now you hope to see light [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Now the doctors they operating pumping your heart infront of yo momma yo dogs If you don't make it you gone On the way to the trauma center They taking to long swerving in and out of traffic yo mamma tell you,(hold on) Your bodies filled up with holes You feel your body getting colder smelling that death in the air the reaper waiting for your soul While you’re fightin for your life, strugglin to get some air struggling to get some air yeah, when that line flat then it's a tag on yo toe As your soul start to travel out your flesh you see yourself lying on that gurney all bloody buddy it's a mess Wish the best upon your flesh But your flesh might be dissapointed Pray to god that you anointed while awaiting your appointment While he pointing in that waiting room Going through the motions all the screaming and comotion As they split yo body open, for the surgery and accertainly as seems that it's over better pray that you hold over Call your bloods how you was potent, I said maybe cause your safety is for certain out your hands Not your momma not your daddy not your girl not your mans None can save you hope they play you in a memory when you fly You made but your ligaments ain't alive Wish you had died [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Plantin' messages, punks get ahold of my voicemail Plotting and planning damaging, on giving this boy hell Hopped off on my boy hell Man I hope they enjoy shells Dropped, all up on they property Gotta get dos when this toy yell Nigga I ain't dying just cause you jealous I'm gettin' relish and I sell it my shit developed So well that a deaf dude could tell it I smell it he female-ish Swell up cause his gal I nail it, Spell it! (B-i-t-c-h) but killer is the sales pitch I'm gonna be poppin' chopping, a lot of of body's gonna dropping from this Never gonna be another motherfucka livin' in my land when he be talking some shit Cause I got kids niggas, and I'll do a bid nigga But for the safety of my babies, crazy, "Now look what I done did nigga" Hop off my tour bus in your town I'mma scope you out Hoping that I find you when I hear that shit that you spoke about Like I'm goin' feel shit Like it's gonna be a real hit But you're just like that chick that gave you my number a little bitch Been in your town over and over, you still absent And I do meet and greets, nigga you for real acting I'm sick of yo ill yapping, you gonna get your grill blackend That's from the steel clapping that's 56 Ville rapping It will happen, bitch! [Hook]