Niggas are in a state of emergency.
The Death side, a mirrored image of where we are today.
The Life side, a vision of where we need to go.
So sign your death certificate.
Fuck all y'all!
— Hey, where that bitch work?
— Lisa got it.
— Alright, on three, one, two, three!
— Get all folks together, walk this way, can't believe it, though.
— The homeboy, hey, open that door, open it, alright, right.
We've come together by God's demand whether it be for life or death. Well, this morning, it's over the mourning of one of our little brothers. This brother was a good brother, he didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble. But it's one thing, it's one thing, it's one thing… He was the wrong nigga to fuck with!