Death, murder, and mayhemPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemNow I want to go outside and paint the pavementDeath, murder, and mayhemPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemNow I want to go outside and paint the pavementI heard my hood was a joke to y’allI used to think about smoking y’allLate night in my crib playing DreamcastNine cocked back, all black with a skimaskTalking shit like I wasn’t gonna hear youStand across the street with the heat in the clear viewTook my stories all make-believePushed to the front line then forced to take a leave? 316 was made up, step your rap game down and your street game upEver seen gunfire lighting up a staircaseAsk the enemy how the gun look in their faceIt’s so serious, you dudes listen to these rappers cause you’re curiousIt’s all real, only three basic principlesDeath, murder, mayhem, no one is invincibleOr undefeated in the streetsHell I don’t beef with MCs who get their ass beatAll up on Youtube running their yapI ain’t trying to get caught up with none of you catsThat would be the end of so-called gangster rapCause as soon as I call my gangsters it’s a rapLines like that is why gangster rap suckAnd that’s word to the tears on the face of Young BuckI hate life cause I hate my bossI’d walk off the job, can’t take the lossParanoia that he might lay me offI promise to God someday he’s gonna pay the costI dream about killing sometimesBooze, weed, pills, nothing helps unwindI’m done trying to find sunshineI could be an Internet punchline by lunchtimeThey wanna overwork meThey trying to hurt me but now I’m just bloodthirstyFirst we make him scream like a girlieThen gag him with a shirt sleeve and show him no mercyHe’s out of shape, I’m younger, I’m sturdyI ain’t so early that I don’t know how to carve a turkeyPlus I’m clean, I can purchase a burnieAnd put a couple black eyed peas up in his fergieAttitude check or catch a wet rackThe rug’s a red mat cause he got fed the lead Ex-laxLeave you dead flat on your dead backAnd let your neighbour kids poke you with a stick like a dead catDo it right with the human rightsIf for no other reason than losing lifeAnd maybe you should try to watch what you sayCause today just might not be your day, c’monPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemDeath, murder, and mayhemPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemNow I want to go outside and paint the pavementDeath, murder, and mayhemPush me to the brink and they got me debatingDeath, murder, and mayhemNow I want to go outside and paint the pavement