Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me -blam!- they got me -blam!- naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror For what the did it all pause for the cause and I Fin to pull a nine or pistol little -blam!- wit mine -blam!- them -blam!- it's on All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone -blam!- believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be running up over Cleveland