Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then, a nine
There's a grenade in a box and that TEC that kept crying
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody coming in, open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him, shaking
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
He placed me on his waist; the moment I've been waiting
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat, cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger, but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him (Hell for him)
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out. He lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over wit'
Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops was coming
Now, I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!