Lyrics

[Verse] Another nigga dead 'cause he didn't know his fate Knock, knock, knock, knockin', I'm still knockin' on Heaven's gates Hell on Earth, wait, is it too late? Sittin' up in church as they passin' around the collection plate Oh my God, praise the Lord, I'm a sinner Killers at my table, and I fed 'em dinner Oh yeah, extra bloody, medium rare Medium rare Another bullet blast, and the bodies will drop Who shot Biggie Smalls? Who shot Tupac? Who shot two cops? No snitchin', neighborhood watch You livin' in Hell, look around at the fire, the block hot So go to the cemetery and pick you a spot Your burial plot, I tell 'em what I got [Outro] (I have nothing) I lost everything tryin' to play this game (I have nothing) Once you get in it, nothing will be the same (I) Used to think rapping was fun 'Til rappers start pulling out guns (I) Used to think they would show love 'Til rappers start catching 'em slugs Oh no Oh no Oh no Oh no