"I Can't Decide"
[Intro/Hook]
In the land of the killing
Better say your prayers tonight
Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
And to top it off I gotta watch my back
Cause these n***** wanna act up
Should I fight or should I run?
Should I hide or get my gun?
I can't decide
[Verse 1]
Now see, Tyrone does whatever his homies do
Just the dope hes doin'
Deep in his mind he knows he's cool
He's ditchin' class cause he feels like he don't belong in school
Momma always yellin' out, d*** Tyrone, what's wrong with you!
He wanna show the world he grew in some b****
Abusin' the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall
This dude is the cause of a lot of s***
Don't know where is father went
Never had no confidence, resortin' to poppin' clips
His homies thought that they were violent a**assins
They said, come on tyrone, its time to get active
We gon' roll up on this n****
Real silent and passive
Then you pull out the 9 and then blast him
We gon' roll to his crib
Be careful shootin' so you don't hit the kids
You down fo' it?
Tyrone said, "You know what it is"
So they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta
"POP POP" (b**** a** m****f****)
[Hook]
In the land of the killing
Better say your prayers tonight
Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
And to top it off I gotta watch my back
Cause these n***** wanna act up
Should I fight or should I run?
Should I hide or get my gun?
I can't decide
[Verse 2]
Tyrones big ballin'
Gettin the dough
f*** b****** and hoes
Still rippin the 4's
Walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow
s***, and all the local neighborhood n***** would know
Its like he was born to fit the streets
Never had no chicken feet
Walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
Before he walked in some dudes was like
"Aye n****...POP POP POP, we dont play n****"
They just shot him when his lives undone
The man inside the liquor store dialed 911
And at the same time he's strugglin' tryin' to find someone
Screamin "HELP HELP, STAY ALIVE YOUNG SON!"
The boys gunna die and he knows that
A bullet went through his skull cap
He's barely breathing
And both of his eyes b**** have rolled back
Oh c*** the people who witnessed it can't believe it yo
Maybe it's linked to the drive by he did a week ago
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Tyrone's dead, all over some dumb s***
His homies dont know who did it
They just got a**umptions
Ready to whall out
With a sinister function
And drive by on some b**** n***** and dump clips
And OG was like "f*** it he's dead now
So open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out
Yall got me stressed now
s*** yall need to chill out
Cause everytime some s*** be poppin off yall pull the steel out"
One of the younger homies was like
"f*** that, we gon' tug gats and bust back, trust that"
The OG was like
"Man Yall don't need to be out here bustin slugs
Yall dont even know who the f*** it was
Yall f****** bugs
Yall gunna be dead taking this violent route
You little n***** always whilin out
You need to getcha s*** straight and understand whatcha life about
Cause if a bullet hit your a** believe your lights is out."
The younger homie like "n****, you dont run these streets
You ain't never been no f****** G
If I wanna bust my heat it's up to me
And I know them n***** that killed T
Are the same n***** that we hit up the other week"
Another homie like "Naaah they ain't get back for that
Cause that's them n***** pulling up in the Cadilla-POP POP POP....POP
[Hook]
[Intro/Hook]
In the land of the killing
Better say your prayers tonight
Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
And to top it off I gotta watch my back
Cause these n***** wanna act up
Should I fight or should I run?
Should I hide or get my gun?
I can't decide
[Verse 1]
Now see, Tyrone does whatever his homies do
Just the dope hes doin'
Deep in his mind he knows he's cool
He's ditchin' class cause he feels like he don't belong in school
Momma always yellin' out, d*** Tyrone, what's wrong with you!
He wanna show the world he grew in some b****
Abusin' the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall
This dude is the cause of a lot of s***
Don't know where is father went
Never had no confidence, resortin' to poppin' clips
His homies thought that they were violent a**assins
They said, come on tyrone, its time to get active
We gon' roll up on this n****
Real silent and passive
Then you pull out the 9 and then blast him
We gon' roll to his crib
Be careful shootin' so you don't hit the kids
You down fo' it?
Tyrone said, "You know what it is"
So they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta
"POP POP" (b**** a** m****f****)
[Hook]
In the land of the killing
Better say your prayers tonight
Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
And to top it off I gotta watch my back
Cause these n***** wanna act up
Should I fight or should I run?
Should I hide or get my gun?
I can't decide
[Verse 2]
Tyrones big ballin'
Gettin the dough
f*** b****** and hoes
Still rippin the 4's
Walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow
s***, and all the local neighborhood n***** would know
Its like he was born to fit the streets
Never had no chicken feet
Walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
Before he walked in some dudes was like
"Aye n****...POP POP POP, we dont play n****"
They just shot him when his lives undone
The man inside the liquor store dialed 911
And at the same time he's strugglin' tryin' to find someone
Screamin "HELP HELP, STAY ALIVE YOUNG SON!"
The boys gunna die and he knows that
A bullet went through his skull cap
He's barely breathing
And both of his eyes b**** have rolled back
Oh c*** the people who witnessed it can't believe it yo
Maybe it's linked to the drive by he did a week ago
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Tyrone's dead, all over some dumb s***
His homies dont know who did it
They just got a**umptions
Ready to whall out
With a sinister function
And drive by on some b**** n***** and dump clips
And OG was like "f*** it he's dead now
So open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out
Yall got me stressed now
s*** yall need to chill out
Cause everytime some s*** be poppin off yall pull the steel out"
One of the younger homies was like
"f*** that, we gon' tug gats and bust back, trust that"
The OG was like
"Man Yall don't need to be out here bustin slugs
Yall dont even know who the f*** it was
Yall f****** bugs
Yall gunna be dead taking this violent route
You little n***** always whilin out
You need to getcha s*** straight and understand whatcha life about
Cause if a bullet hit your a** believe your lights is out."
The younger homie like "n****, you dont run these streets
You ain't never been no f****** G
If I wanna bust my heat it's up to me
And I know them n***** that killed T
Are the same n***** that we hit up the other week"
Another homie like "Naaah they ain't get back for that
Cause that's them n***** pulling up in the Cadilla-POP POP POP....POP
[Hook]