I Gotcha Back

Yo, I got a homie, trust him with all my heart

We a great team together, so why start?

Us two always make shotties clutch and bust, bitch

We leave bodies dumped in dumpsters, hotties come in clusters

So we always coming home with some slender or thick dames

One day, I heard him talking on the phone

He was talking 'bout some dude and fucking up his dome

He said: "When we bust that snake, y'all gotta finish the job"

I know he was talking 'bout busting shit with the squad

When he saw I hear him, he kind of freaked out

I said: "Come on, we gotta try some rhymes and beats out"

I ain't really gave a fuck 'bout that phone call

I did give a fuck that he messed up his rap flow though

He seemed stressed after he saw I heard his conversation

But I don't care why he wanted to cock the gauges

One night, we sat down and he said he want to murder

He need to murk a fuck, some punk I ain't heard of

He had problems with a dude, planned to kill him

That prick's life was worth less than the jewels that man stealing

Homie told me he'll eliminate that nuisance quickly

I seen it from distance, it have nothing to do with me

I got no weapon, I'm too scared to shoot with rifle, aight?

My bro getting closer, he'll see doom in arriving night

He was three meters behind him, then threw a flying knife

Fucker turned around and dodged it, 'cause the crook admired life

My man pulled a gun out his pocket, shot bullets right beside

The head, the shoulders, then it bruised the eyes and thighs

At that moment he was certain he'll crucify the guy

He knocked him off his feet, next shot blew the rival's spine

He shot the last bullet, he know that dude there lying, died

Took his clothes off and saw the loot is shining bright

I ran up to my man, he held keys to a whip

We was happy that pussy fell deep to abyss

We drove his Benz to us, ran over three pedestrians

When I got in my crib, I heard: "Please, you need to let me in!"

Some fucker was ringing the doorbell repeatedly

I thought that if it's no mailman, I don't need to be

Opening the doors up, it's a nuisance and it's stupid

Minute later, heard a sound of hound chewing on a human

So when I did open the door, I only saw a skeleton

And a couple of guts, their consistence was like gelatine

I just heard the sounds of murder, but it's not my problem

So I close the door again, I surely gotta lock it

An hour later, I hear the fucking cops are knocking

I grab a kitchen knife, I know God is watching

But there's no excuse for disturbing my peace

The next day news might be: "Man murdered police"

So I unlock and open the door quickly

Then I hear a cock, all over the floor of me there's smithereens