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And let your homies know who done it
'Cause when it comes to this pyromanic stuff you motherphuckers know who run it, uh
So when you put this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ to the test
You gotta realize something brotha (You ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ with the very best)
I got this killa up inside of me
I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary
I'm goin' off on the deep end
I found myself face-to-face with myself while I'm sleepin'
I see your picture in my head and my hands shake
You can run, you can hide but there's no escape
My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy
I got to get this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fore he gets to me
So in your own blood, you'll bathe
And I won't stop until I put this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in his ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' grave
And I can say this once again
You can cry but you'll still die, they'll be no tears in the end
With a gang of, Mercs wantin' to bang you
And hang you, stain you, with one up in the chamber
Let's take a trip up Holaway
So you can see how many Mercs in my hood is down to die today
We standin' up for our own ♥♥♥♥
And if you outside the clique then you die, mitch (Quick)
It ain't no love in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother, uh
Because we real with this stuff so we stay true
And since we bang then we do what O.G. say do
I've got the mind of the man in the mirror so I'm lookin' at me vaguely
But I can't seem to fade me
I've got my pistol pawn ♥♥♥♥♥♥
- Paintable
Now the funeral is over, and all the tears are dried up
Mercs hangin' tape on the cut getting fired up
Lookin' for the Merc who pulled his pistol on my homie
An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me
Look deep into the eyes of your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' killer
I want you to witness your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥' murder, brotha
And since you wants to kill then your butt has gots to fry
But ain't no police, therefore your butt has gots to die
We play the game for keeps and if you slipped I guess you sleep
You sho' nuff ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ and now your butt is six feet deep
'Cause where I come from yo, everybody's got a gat
And Mercs try your butt just to see where you got your heart at
And if your stuff is flimsy then your butt is gonna bend
And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end
I'm rollin' through your hood and now my heart is filled with anger