I'll Be Surprised (If I Make it Till Tomorrow)

[Hook: Sly and the Family Stone] If I make it till tomorrow I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised), (I’ll be surprised) If I make it till tomorrow I’ll be surprised (I’ll be surprised) (I’ll be surprised) [Verse 1: Skinnyman] Tonight there’s gonna be a massacre Straight after the sun goes down Going out for all of them haters and running them down I’m bunning them down How you mean I’m gunning them down? They going on as if they got the right to yam up town Well no they won’t, we no more eating for them now I’m bringing them beef It’s not the meat from a cow You wanna jack man and act like that’s gonna be allowed? Do you think I’d let that ride? I’m too fucking proud The tables turn as I ride on you now Say goodnight as I’m puttin’ your lights out Should’ve taken me out when you had the chance Under the moonlight Time to meet the Devil and dance Ask Nas, you from the Hood You have to get yourself a gun And when it’s on, you don’t pop your shit and run You stand firm till the whole clip’s done Or else you’ll have a slim chance of seeing tomorrow son [Hook] So now I’m roaming with 2 straps Both off the safety catch Around the spots where they’re shotting the crack I’m looking for cats, to get any haters I see How many haters up in Finsbury are there out to get me? Just like Chong A crack head paedophile and his son Going on as if they heavy ’cause they holding a gun They can’t run How many more life’s have gotta done So them man can sit back with a crack-pipe to bun? Fucking scum Love to take life for fun Killing innocent sons and leaving heartbroken mums I say, MURDERER, blood is on your trainer Policeman took that to forensic doctor MURDER the victim’s family must all hate ya So kill me now because you won’t kill me later I’m ready to die and I’m ready to take life And I’m gonna be surprised if I make it through tonight [Hook] All night I’ve been searching To find out where them fassy ‘oles are lurking Think I finally found them but I still gotta be certain I heard they shotting work in the crack house in the block The flat, without the curtain Come. We go hurt them? Firebomb the letter box and leave them all burning If they coming running, my bullets gonna splurt them I’m all out to hurt them and leave them for dead Making sure every one of them gets one in the head I’m running it red Not thinking about running from Feds The only thoughts that I’m having is to fill them full of lead I didn’t wanna have to go resort to all the bloodshed But now it’s kill or be killed and left on your death bed As I look into the face of this crack-facing demon Knowing he’s the type who rapes his own semen What do you believe in The dark or the light? I know I’m gonna be surprised if I make it through tonight [Hook]