This is a song about "Krayzie bone shoot the clu"

I respect that you don't know yet

I will shoot you in the head

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Aiming for the top so here i aim and shoot

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Ashamed if it - words that cut deep to the bone marrow

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

So they means you have to shoot like the kid's smokin' chronic?

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Murder from the first degree, and then i'll cock and shoot ya,