(He got the slip on you)    This how it went down...    I had to undergo therapy, not surgery  the nigga wetted me but, he didn't murder me  dun, I survived  he thought that I died  now it's time to throw the nine clip in, mission revenge  once was friends, now that shit's dead  that stupid muthafucka shoulda shot me in the head  so I went to Brooklyn and met with Dread  and told Dread, I want the pussy clot shot dead  that nigga started a war fuckin with me yo  hit me with a four-four and jetted with a kilo  he hit me in the chest  lucky I was wearing a vest, but the impact hurt my fuckin flesh  right after he left, I noticed I was bleeding by my neck  and I was type-scared to death  yo, I blacked out  I woke up, my man had the mac out  said we gonna get the nigga back no doubt  he told me to rest  I seen my nigga standing at the door with a tec   in case a muthafucker flex  I told him how the muthafuckin kid co-flipped  and he said parlay son, payback's a bitch  yo, shit is real, I feel better  word out on the street is that a four-four cant stop Mega  the nigga musta heard I didnt die, son he hidin'  I snatched up his man inside a van and started drivin'  his man started dymin'  said the nigga drivin' in 735 and he knows where to find him  cool, tell my man to drop the kid off  soon as we hit the next darn block, blew his fuckin wig off  now that's one down, one nigga to go  just drive slow so we dont have to worry 'bout five-o  now it's time to get even,   we in, five jeeps deep with the mad heat and steamin  oh shit, I see him, he gettin out the seven  my man started wetting at the nigga with a mac-11  I specialize in war  now it's time to blow him, I'ma show him how to use a fuckin four-four  I said "yo son, ya games over"  I let off, and yo my shit was spittin fire like a flamethrower  he started wettin back  I caught him in his fuckin back  when he flung, I think his lungs collapsed  he just a dead man walking  ay yo, fuck that shit.... I'm through talking   (gunshot)