I Can't Decide

In the land of the killing

Better say your prayers tonight

Amen, its hard enough trynna survive

And to top it off I gotta watch my back

Cause these niggas wanna act up

Should I fight or should I run?

Should I hide or get my gun?

I can't decide

Now see, Tyrone does whatever his homies do

Just the dope hes doin'

Deep in his mind he knows he's cool

He's ditchin' class cause he feels like he don't belong in school

Momma always yellin' out, Damn Tyrone, what's wrong with you!

He wanna show the world he grew in some balls

Abusin' the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall

This dude is the cause of a lot of shit

Don't know where is father went

Never had no confidence, resortin' to poppin' clips

His homies thought that they were violent assassins

They said, come on tyrone, its time to get active

We gon' roll up on this nigga

Real silent and passive

Then you pull out the 9 and then blast him

We gon' roll to his crib

Be careful shootin' so you don't hit the kids

You down fo' it?

Tyrone said, "You know what it is"

So they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta

"POP POP" (Bitch ass muthafucka)

In the land of the killing

Better say your prayers tonight

Amen, its hard enough trynna survive

And to top it off I gotta watch my back

Cause these niggas wanna act up

Should I fight or should I run?

Should I hide or get my gun?

I can't decide

Tyrones big ballin’

Gettin the dough

Fuck bitches and hoes

Still rippin the 4’s

Walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow

Shit, and all the local neighborhood niggas would know

Its like he was born to fit the streets

Never had no chicken feet

Walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet

Before he walked in some dudes was like

“Aye Nigga...POP POP POP, we dont play nigga”

They just shot him when his lives undone

The man inside the liquor store dialed 911

And at the same time he's strugglin' tryin' to find someone

Screamin “HELP HELP, STAY ALIVE YOUNG SON!”

The boys gunna die and he knows that

A bullet went through his skull cap

He’s barely breathing

And both of his eyes balls have rolled back

Oh crap the people who witnessed it can't believe it yo

Maybe it’s linked to the drive by he did a week ago

Tyrone’s dead, all over some dumb shit

His homies dont know who did it

They just got assumptions

Ready to whall out

With a sinister function

And drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips

And OG was like “fuck it he’s dead now

So open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out

Yall got me stressed now

Shit yall need to chill out

Cause everytime some shit be poppin off yall pull the steel out”

One of the younger homies was like

“Fuck that, we gon’ tug gats and bust back, trust that”

The OG was like

“Man Yall don’t need to be out here bustin slugs

Yall dont even know who the fuck it was

Yall fucking bugs

Yall gunna be dead taking this violent route

You little niggas always whilin out

You need to getcha shit straight and understand whatcha life about

Cause if a bullet hit your ass believe your lights is out.”

The younger homie like “Nigga, you dont run these streets

You ain't never been no fucking G

If I wanna bust my heat it’s up to me

And I know them niggas that killed T

Are the same niggas that we hit up the other week”

Another homie like “Naaah they ain't get back for that

Cause that’s them niggas pulling up in the Cadilla-POP POP POP....POP