the shotgun blast, the flags at half mast
i jus took this kids life but now its all in tha past
gang signs fly up as street lights go on
crooked cops relaxin while tha street fights go on
ya c weed sells, acid kills
fuck it i sell still, then wen dudes die i take they shit and sell their pills
buy some mo shit wit my newly taken bills
then sell more shit that kills to the ppl in his will
cuz im cold hearted, a soul departed
so fuckin psychotic ppl think im half retarted
cuz i let the shots spray and watched as dozens darted
but the shot still found its mark and now i kno wut i done started
there gunna be reprucussion, theyll bust till im gushin
ill stay low, leave em frustrated nd cussin
"damn we cant find em man" "this fuckin dudes ghostly"
jus then i show mah face and get them b4 they got me
now im back to square one, what the fuck is mah problem
i couldnt jus move away i had to go and drop em
im fuckin goin crazy as mah rep is increasin
but most the city want me dead, so now the population decreasin