Picture a nigga on the warpath

And he'll spread terror through the city

And leave a trail of blood baths

And to those that know, he's not a phony

But tonight he'll get his vengence on the fool

Who killed his homey



Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out

'Cause the hood is where it's good is what its about

Geah, don't wanna squable, through down or even kick him

Just pull the fucking trigger 'cause to him your just a victim



Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub

Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud

Spot where it's hot, yeah boy he knows it

But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded



Throws up the set, then he bones out quick

Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick

Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling

He tells his homey, "G, let's get ready for the killing"



Little did he know Miss. Daisy's in the kitchen

Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking

Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races

Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces



He heres this fucking little voice in his brain

And its saying don't kill, we're all in the same gang

He tells it back, that ain't the gang I'm in

Because the gang I'm in is like in it to win



So he killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop

Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop

The explenation for this, he must was crazy

I guess that's why he had to drive by Miss. Daisy



And now the driveby, say hello to my little friend

You die, mutherfucker



Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack, daddy

Drive a 190E, ain't got no time for a caddy

He got snaps because he jacked a nigga

But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger

Now there's a contract for your head on a platter

If there's somebody with you they'll kill them too it don't matter



Now your laying low at your girlfriend's crib

And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did

Now you got balls and you pull another jack

Another and another, your pockets on fat



Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail

Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells

So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed

Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled



So now it's 12 o'clock and it's time for a jack

Not even thinking it was time for payback

And yeah, you spot a fool who'll get the rag pack

Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack



He stops at a light on Elandra and Central

Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, it's kinda simple

But you know how it deal and what the fuck was in store

It was the same punk who you tried to jack before



And he won't give up shit, point blank hesitation

Innocent Miss. Daisy at the mobile gas station

His 9 went click, your 9 went clack

Miss. Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back

The explanation for this he must was crazy

I guess that's why he had to driveby Miss. Daisy



And now the driveby, I'm gonna get you mutherfucker

Say hello to my little friend, so long, have a good trip

You die mutherfucker