| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| 4-fever, 9 millimeter | |
| ‘Dem a’ want a heater ‘cuz the streets is finna heat up | |
| Six million ways to die; choose 10 | |
| And if he don't die then he probably do ‘em again | |
| From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy | |
| No respect for humanity, they resort to insanity | |
| Head bang on the glass, call it window pain | |
| Jumping out the window tryna’ get my frame through the frame | |
| Close range; when he point, I just blank-out | |
| Felt my heart sank when that bang thang rang out | |
| Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you give it | |
| You took his life away, but you gave yours up to system | |
| No wanna listen, no reason for livin’ | |
| We bought the lie we can't be forgiven for all our sinnin’ | |
| Killin’ is the religion, service is in a prison | |
| Ignorance got a slave and our name in the mentions | |
| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man | |
| Squeeze bullet, pow-pow. Body bag man | |
| No bother with no war. No bother with no violence | |
| No bother with the six-feet-rest-in-peace silence | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Grew up under 2Pac: bible verse and two Glocks | |
| Say we ready to die, see a ghetto in the sky | |
| Couldn't be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet | |
| Highway to hell and we fighting for the best seat | |
| No heart, bullet’s got no name | |
| Little boys wanna bang but ‘dem barely got a brain | |
| ‘Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin’ | |
| They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hund’ed | |
| They thinkin’ that life is cheap but it's expensive as ever | |
| They'll be sentenced to forever for them heartless endeavors | |
| I try to tell ‘em (simmer down brethren), but they like whateva’ | |
| Too scared of being broke to think about being betta’ | |
| Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado | |
| You ain't really a man if you don't follow these models | |
| But the weakest ones follow, the strong reconsider | |
| You can forgive much if you understand you forgiven | |
| [Hook] |
| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| 4fever, 9 millimeter | |
| ' Dem a' want a heater ' cuz the streets is finna heat up | |
| Six million ways to die choose 10 | |
| And if he don' t die then he probably do ' em again | |
| From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy | |
| No respect for humanity, they resort to insanity | |
| Head bang on the glass, call it window pain | |
| Jumping out the window tryna' get my frame through the frame | |
| Close range when he point, I just blankout | |
| Felt my heart sank when that bang thang rang out | |
| Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you give it | |
| You took his life away, but you gave yours up to system | |
| No wanna listen, no reason for livin' | |
| We bought the lie we can' t be forgiven for all our sinnin' | |
| Killin' is the religion, service is in a prison | |
| Ignorance got a slave and our name in the mentions | |
| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man | |
| Squeeze bullet, powpow. Body bag man | |
| No bother with no war. No bother with no violence | |
| No bother with the sixfeetrestinpeace silence | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Grew up under 2Pac: bible verse and two Glocks | |
| Say we ready to die, see a ghetto in the sky | |
| Couldn' t be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet | |
| Highway to hell and we fighting for the best seat | |
| No heart, bullet' s got no name | |
| Little boys wanna bang but ' dem barely got a brain | |
| ' Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin' | |
| They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hund' ed | |
| They thinkin' that life is cheap but it' s expensive as ever | |
| They' ll be sentenced to forever for them heartless endeavors | |
| I try to tell ' em simmer down brethren, but they like whateva' | |
| Too scared of being broke to think about being betta' | |
| Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado | |
| You ain' t really a man if you don' t follow these models | |
| But the weakest ones follow, the strong reconsider | |
| You can forgive much if you understand you forgiven | |
| Hook |
| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Verse 1: | |
| 4fever, 9 millimeter | |
| ' Dem a' want a heater ' cuz the streets is finna heat up | |
| Six million ways to die choose 10 | |
| And if he don' t die then he probably do ' em again | |
| From passionate catastrophe, to genocidal blasphemy | |
| No respect for humanity, they resort to insanity | |
| Head bang on the glass, call it window pain | |
| Jumping out the window tryna' get my frame through the frame | |
| Close range when he point, I just blankout | |
| Felt my heart sank when that bang thang rang out | |
| Now you got yo thang out, you take life, you give it | |
| You took his life away, but you gave yours up to system | |
| No wanna listen, no reason for livin' | |
| We bought the lie we can' t be forgiven for all our sinnin' | |
| Killin' is the religion, service is in a prison | |
| Ignorance got a slave and our name in the mentions | |
| Hook: | |
| War, crime, violence should stop! | |
| Bad man, bad man, gun man, bad man | |
| Squeeze bullet, powpow. Body bag man | |
| No bother with no war. No bother with no violence | |
| No bother with the sixfeetrestinpeace silence | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Grew up under 2Pac: bible verse and two Glocks | |
| Say we ready to die, see a ghetto in the sky | |
| Couldn' t be more wrong than right shoes on the left feet | |
| Highway to hell and we fighting for the best seat | |
| No heart, bullet' s got no name | |
| Little boys wanna bang but ' dem barely got a brain | |
| ' Dem barely got aim, but they shooting for nothin' | |
| They rob a sister of her brother for a couple a hund' ed | |
| They thinkin' that life is cheap but it' s expensive as ever | |
| They' ll be sentenced to forever for them heartless endeavors | |
| I try to tell ' em simmer down brethren, but they like whateva' | |
| Too scared of being broke to think about being betta' | |
| Plus, we get bombarded by all these images of bravado | |
| You ain' t really a man if you don' t follow these models | |
| But the weakest ones follow, the strong reconsider | |
| You can forgive much if you understand you forgiven | |
| Hook |
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