1800-Cal-Trel

Rosedale, E Street, D Street Fuck whoever don't like You heard? I've been in the trap, I've been totin' my iron In the kitchen grippin' my nine I done put my life on the line, yeah I've been gettin' money, ain't really got time I put shooters on the opps' line They ain't even comin' outside We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide Somebody gotta die today, somebody gotta die When they killed my nigga Swipe, man, it changed my whole life Told my nigga Mike Mike everything is alright That's when gutta Frank White got it done on sight 50 round drum, nigga, run for your life I'm my mama's last son, so I gotta get it right Take a loss, I'ma rob, I'ma get it back tonight, no problem Nigga, hell nah, we don't fight If I make a body drop, in the mornin', take a flight, that's life All these bitches fuckin' for a price, that's right Opps came through last night, that was slight Can't forget how my niggas spent the Ben on a bike You say you a shooter, we know you are not the type I've been on the low, I've been watchin' for the Feds I've been writin' letters to my niggas in the Feds You don't wanna ever make my shooter cut his dreads No you can't hang, nigga, you too scared Take him to the bridge, let him hang from the ledge We gon' get your kid, nigga, all you see is red That's just what it is, have you pissin' in the bed Crack a real hitter, nigga, that's what I said Glock in the Moncler, that's a lot of shots there Rest in peace to T, he got shot there It's so many killings, how you not scared? That's when it was real, you was not there I'm from where they call the bitch the red zone Where we like to turn into a dead zone Trappin' out the buildin' got the bread long Two shots to the dome, nigga's head gone I'm from where we hit 'em with the remix Turn around and take it on some G shit Opposition on some police shit We gon' hit your block on some creep shit I've been in the trap, I've been totin' my iron In the kitchen grippin' my nine I done put my life on the line, yeah I've been gettin' money, I ain't really got time I put shooters on the opps' line They ain't even comin' outside We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide Somebody gotta die today, somebody gotta die We just want a homicide, we just want a homicide Somebody gotta die today, somebody got die