Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Roll to every station, murder the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Yeah, niggaz smoke, laugh, party,

Put your money on me If you think I'm losing you, you must be crazy I'm never gonna let you go, even when it's easy But I'm never gonna let it go All your money on me Go tuck me into bed, and wake me when I'm dead I know that you gotta be free Singing

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

I've come way too far for this I've worked way too hard for this But we live in dark places, dark places Dark places I've put in too much work I've dealt with too much hurt I've dealt too much hurt People say I'm pissed off 'Cause I like to shit talk

I'll knock you out Eye of the sun Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound

Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye The glass is long gone broken I walk this road alone No thanks to you Lay your guns down let me die (why won't you just let me die)

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean