Unsolved Mystery

[Verse 1] I know a whole bunch of motherfuckers That's prepared to whoop, leave a body bloody red to scoop, poppin' off lead for loot, shot the pussy up From head to boot, just for talkin' dramatic when it was static, you was scared to shoot, police prepare to swoop To catch a nigga on the runway, but don't none stay, for the white chalk, if you aired out your tip Watch your lip, because hypes talk, if you wasn't seen, then you might walk, even if it ain't the Time of day, niggas will find a way, like locos off of NoDoz,careful, when you servin' Yo' blow, because those hoes, got the Po-Po's, posing as hobos, take a photo Please tell the Chi Town, he freeze, they don't give a fuck, if it was DT's, they be up Like the sea breeze on CC's, and they handin' out these murders like free cheese, could you pass me The B please? I got intricate shit to kick, even though I campaign with a gang, bumpin' though In different denominations in the Nations, and the nations and embracing' every word, because I'm slangin' the slang if you can Hang up at my town, up at K Town, if you dissin' them, then you dissin' me, niggas actin like They glad to die, so if you had to try, if they faded you, it wouldn't mean shit to me, just an unsolved mystery [Hook 2x] Before I saw his body lyin' down, I heard a motherfucker crying now Have you ever seen a bitch nigga, give into misery, and left an unsolved mystery? Before I saw his body lyin' down, I heard a motherfucker crying now Call the popo the man and mess, shot up his head and chest, put to rest, now the rest should be history Before I saw his body lyin' down, I heard a motherfucker crying now Now, have you ever seen a bitch nigga give into misery, and left an unsolved mystery? Before I saw his body lyin' down, I heard a motherfucker crying now Niggas actin' like they glad to die, so if you had to try, if they faded you, it wouldn't mean shit to me [Verse 2] In a hoopty, shorties's will Design a spot, so when they get pulled over, them people wouldn't find the spot, but if you ain't got it Hid, you have the floor it, if you can throw it and motherfucker, it's a nine to knot, just go back to where your Thang lay, cause lowkey niggas, they started out in the gang way, but if you wild When your aim spray, them niggas that you aired out, is gonna be comin' back the same day, in the middle Of a war, you ain't on the tip, if you get the guns and clips, to keep doin' what you doin', is it the Same chiefs that got the same beef? Claimin' they ain't been doin', the bruh be givin it to 'em flamboyant niggas Must be slow, if your bitch ain't get popped, then it's a blessin', she a lucky ho, cause no matter where The fuck he go, in K Town they will dress him, in a casket and tuxedo, cause you can't be actin' Thug roof, because of Hennessy and drug use, these niggas love juice, some don't even consider Gettin' caught, cause when you talk up some shit, they gonna be quick and let the slugs loose, these motherfuckers heart is Love boo, especially like them niggas up, at ghost town Windy City snipe, cause it's a pity When hype, for niggas wanna get witty, for comin' too pretty, get the chili filled, and decipher To pay the piper and bow to viper, twice is rough, now is what I'm kickin' hype enough, cause every time I puff And write this stuff, I kick a frenzy facin' fuck in fury, cause I don't like to bluff, so if we ever get Into it and let the static get to me, let's squash it and make it history, niggas actin' like They glad to die, so if you had to try, if they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me, just an unsolved mystery [Hook] Verse 3: Now listen they be kickin' Hocus-pocus, I done said shit to put your motherfucking eyes out of focus, so writing what I wrote Is hopeless, if you see our base and you said, then you better be ferocious and matter fact I hope the dopest for to try to cope, this is hopeless, cause my lethal rhymes, is the kind that can Beat you blind, and pre-design, I peep through mines, like I see through lines, check the brain and See defined, the reason I'm gunnin', I tried the runnin' cause I should have let you know, I don't give a fuck You fronted because you was blunted, West side to the Hundreds, you can't step to ho, in the state of Emergency, urgently the ambulance will come, and then the law will come demand the gun, but bullshit is Irrelevant, they need evidence, or trippin on elegance they be holdin' out they hands for some, if anything they'll Hand 'em some, or get with him, here come the victim, he be shot up in his pants and lungs, cause he actin' hard and Ran his tongue, don't mean another nigga he meet in the street, gonna be the man to run, cause a prison is some Shit to see, matter of fact, fuck the talkin', my lip let me hit the B, niggas actin' like They glad to die, so if you had to try, if they faded you it wouldn't mean shit to me, just an unsolved mystery [Hook 2x]