Soulja rather be tried by 12 then carried by 6 brehs....
Don't say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, itll bore your dome
I'm talkin about the toe-taggin
Huh, the bodybaggin
Man, nikkas are dyin,mommas are cryin, casket buyin
Who, me dyin, leave my family cryin?
Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers
Send me commissary, motherf*ck them flowers
Thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters
Hours and hours of fears running through my mind
As I pick up the Zig 9
Soulja knows the Taskforce still lurkin