Die Slow

Its over nigga one sandscriptThe heckler makes good fellas run franticGuns i brandish make men vanishGot bodies in Kansas, across the AtlanticOnce me and lance hit, you don't wanna chance itno matter how you plan, you can't antic-ipate it, stupid nigga hestiatedNow his remains be cremated(?)(?)(?) never debatedThe killings clean, its shyne relatedDo it like suicide can't retrace itHeckler Koch too hot? Gotta replace itCharge is murder, never attemptedI tried, you died cause no defense isStrong enough to withstand my assaultBefore I go hit your safe and the vaultThey fled through the night (?)(?)Hitler hit ya, lives is lostBodies is found dead, no remorseGun fire to the tire, to exhaustCatch fire, we aspire to extortKids with valuables in all resourcesCops will never find where the corpse isWhile we driving 12's, and box porsches[Hook 2x]We cop their names and squeezeHit the target, then fleeSo nigga tell me what you wanna doIs dying what you wanna do?Organized crime, mafiaTouch mine got heckler koch for yaDaily news nigga, make ya popularGone by the morn, while maggots rotten yaSo be cautious, you don't wanna cross usForce us, to leave your body corpsed up(?)(?)(?)Tell em boys horsed upWhile we fledding 12's 300 horsed upMy hand never far from the safety,Fucking with me? too bad for your safetyNigga hard stares, kill thatBefore you find yourself tied up and kidnappedChopped up, let em find out where your ribs atDays later; send it to your mom gift wrapped, get that?I say fuck a fist fightbanana clip fightsis what im into100 rounds into youfor the torque and this aint interviewshootin every inch of youthen hit the mall and buy a mink or twoBrooklyn gettin money, that be the principal[Hook]I got guns armstrong like BJHave you runnin fast like its a relayrace, pray once im reachin my weightsNo bullets (?) (?) and weightsHe dont know i kill armiesDont tell him when bullets hit him and figure like TommyGet the picture, sweet dreams when i kiss yaRock the sleep, wrap the sheets, call the priestTalk is cheap,Bullets pricly I make you pay meThe cost might beAn arm, a leg or an organL.A to New York, fuck your originIm killin, send national guards inTo stop meKilled more crews than MotleyCop theHeckler 50 caliberBlaze andything standing my diameter[Hook]Die slow nigga, die slowDie slow nigga, die slowDie slow nigga, die slowDie slow cocksucker, die slow*Gun fire while beat fades out*