Well, it must be close to the Armageddon, Lord Know that I won't fly by that lesson You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me And I'm not stressing it softly Get 'em up off me, cause all we Wanted was harmony, been bombing em Yell up out of my ghetto, I won't settle, get on my level They can't stop me and pop me Nigga, they got me? Fuck no Little Pac gets schizophrenic, and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it 'Cause they're cornered, and I'm want 'em to not jump I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war Roll, I'll flow when I get the gun for the murder Mo' horror! Why? They did it all, pause for the cause And I finna to pull a 9 or pistol, and lit a nigga with mine Fuck them niggas, it's on All y'all fall! Bizzy getting bitches to test me Bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me Lord, looking at death with the last of my breath Follow, follow, my kids! No, don't sin in my steps! Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the reach, I'm alone. Nigga believe That I can see it, if needed, and if you really with me And well then let it be, get the greens and we running up over Cleveland
