Looking Out the Window

Blood up in my system Why she say she miss 'em? I just killed that motherfucker talking all that shit, yuh .45, make 'em shit, yuh Fucking on his bitch, yuh I ain't tryna live, yuh Wait, I think I did, yuh Wait, I think I do, yuh Glocky, it gon' shoot ya Shoot at your Medulla I be with them shooters, killers, for real, yeah Baby, know the deal, yeah Easy off them pills, yeah We not tryna feel, yeah, feel, yeah Wait, hol' up, wait, I see 12, out the window Don't you know the drill, bro? Yeah, we shoot to kill, bro Get yo' choppa ready, when they come in, we gon' spill, bro Blood up on the pillows Do this shit for real, ho Yeah, it's a long way home One more murder, then I'm gone Two more bullets to his dome I'm inside, can you please leave me alone? I miss life, when I ain't do nothing wrong I'm locked inside my home I'm reaching for my chrome Can't nothing keep me calm Got blood up on my palms Yeah, it's blood up on the ceiling I ain't one to deal, man Why can't nothing kill him? Why ain't nothing kill them? Wait, hol' up, wait, I see 12, out the window Don't you know the drill, bro? Yeah, we shoot to kill, bro Get yo' choppa ready, when they come in, we gon' spill, bro Blood up on the pillows Do this shit for real, ho I just stabbed my ho, I'm reaching for my chrome Can't nothing keep me calm Got blood up on my palms Yeah, there's blood up on the ceiling I ain't one to deal, man Why can't nothing kill him? Why ain't nothing kill them?