GMNT: The day that Sef came to play, these niggaz rolled up and blew Sef's as- away.

Earl Solow: Sef, Sef, Sef, sorry that you're very dead.


Verse 1 - E Luv
Sef is down
The patriot's on the ground
Whoever those jealous punks are, they some motherfu--in' clowns
Y'all went to far, a bunch of hos actin' like hos
Hoin' out, sellin' out like them po pos
I warned ya not to treat me like a ho
Y'all done fu--ed up now it's time for yo as- to go
You shoulda checked your girlfriend
Before I got a chance to fu-- 'er again
So what you did was straight wack
And it's all over a bitc-, shi-, get off mah back
And ya know - it's a real Sef Attack

Verse 1 - Earl Solow
But shi-
I can't believe my little niggas been hit
Shot up pretty bad to the fu--in' head
Right in front of my fu--in' face, he's bleedin' on the ground half dead
We was just on the creep - creepin' for the hos
Walkin' down the street, jus' chillin' - ya know
Average Joes
As I pulled Sef to cover behind a red oak
I realize I'm all alone
I'm on my own
This shi- was wrong
This shi- was unprovoked
- Where's the fu--in' pay phone?

Verse 1 - GMNT
Ring, ring, ring - I pick it up - wassup
What the flying fu--?
Talk to me dawg
Gunsmoke to fog
Pigz to hog
Slow down, quit speakin' all cryptically
Tell me straight up homie
Ah fu-- nah
That was wrong
I can't believe my boy Sef was gone
Solow, where ya at nigga?
Over where motherfu--er?
I really need tah calm down
What would you do? - ask the Dogg Pound
BG Life Everyday
Hey, what can I say?
A lotta motherfu--az are gonna pay
Come judgment day


Verse 2 - Earl Solow
Pullin' the trigger
Won't resurrect my nigga
But it'll make me feel a whole lot better
To make your T-shirts redder and wetter
There's no hope for the fu--ing U.S.A.
So I retaliate and reparate
I'm sprayin' in the U.S. Slay
You've just become my pin cushion - please except your fate
Cause you expected Sef's
I'm sick of the game and tired of the senseless deaths
The body count keeps goin' up
Cause nobody gives a fu--
Now I don't, so you stuck
I like the sight of blood
And constantly pack a gun
One of the hardest motherfu--ers alive - I don't never be drownin' in no floods
Of bullets
Cause I'm down for the times we in the deepest of shi-
So I put my kickers on
And my vest
Top hat and holster packin' a six shooter like we in the old west
Shoot you in the head and I laugh
Then I masturbate in your blood bath
Who cares if I go out, I'm just a souljah
It's all about takin' more witcha

Verse 2 - GMNT
Yeah I hear that
And I got ya back
As we enter the battle zone
Four cars on a procession to your home
Like a funeral, the one I'm anticipatin'
Of such a good friend
That had nothin' to do with this
Now I gotta shoot you up with this
When will you learn that when you start with this
It ends with this
And yo family's gonna miss
Yo as-
When I finish my barrage of blasts
You ask, am I scared tonight?
Da-n right
- I'm prayin' I don't go back down the pipe
I'm so fu--in' pissed
I think I missed
Mac-X Crew is now in this bitc-
War was waged when you waged on my clique
I'm crazed
And Sef was not just another death, I was fazed
This ordeal seems to be stingin' like mace
Maybe it's because I got shot in the arm when I stepped in the place
And it ain't about the spankin - I got another
- arm so like the Terminator, I'm scopin', I'm blastin' on you motherfu--ers
Niggaz be fallin' but we gotta do it right
So I call the vet to the fight


Verse 3 - ALL
Earl Solow: E Luv, where ya @?!

Verse 3 - E Luv
I’m not here, I’m on the go
Tryin’ to get me some money or fu-- me a ho
Or maybe I’m out hoopin’, probably in the zone
So just leave your name and number at the motherfu--in’ tone

Verse 3 - GMNT
Aye yo E, this is GMNT and we got a problem
Solow and Sef someone ran up and shot ‘em
They popped Sef, yeah they got Sef no doubt
Those punk motherfu--az would’ve got Solow too if he didn’t break the fu-- out

Verse 3 - Earl Solow
Awe G, man
Look at your arm - you bleeding
Them cops must’ve heard them gunshots we bust on they crew
Fu-- them motherfu--az we need to regroup

Verse 3 - E Luv
Who be pagin' me
At this number, you done and reached the E-L-U-V
And the E's not a happy camper G
Let's bump these niggaz and get the fu-- out
Now I'm down
I need tah know, is you down? (GMNT: Yup!)
Smooth, grab the guns and let's take these fools to town
The crew's like the Bears, we so hype
Workin' together, common cause cappin' all these niggas tonight
Walkin' in the spot with a hand on my dick
The other's strokin' nine millie - I count sixteen in the clip
I didn't think I could do it
But once you dumb fu--s stepped and blew it
I knew it
Had to be done
So lemme tell ya about my gun
It's an eye for an eye, so I pack my steel
The OG's know the deal
Why front like you're hard if it ain't for real?
I guess you could say I liked it and could do it again
But next time let's pop some o' those fu--in' politicians
Yo there really is a happy endin' to this shi--y ordeal
So as away from the murder scene we peeled
Flatline started perkin' up
No thanks to you jerk-offs
Cause Sef 4:10
You bitc-es, that motherfu--er's back again