Lyrics:

What up nigga? I see you, in my sweat dreams, and when I wake up I feel like shit

(Hook x2)
Woke up in the morning with my mind on my murder
Thinking about to get back and pushing your shit back
Woke up in the morning with my mind on my murder, mind on the 187

(Verse 1)
Yeah, why death have to come get him? We wasn't done wit em
Pinky rings made him shine when the sun hit em
I got drunk with em, roll up my weed and hit the blunt with em
Came up in the same slum with em, hung with em, Damm, why he ain't have his gun with em
I know his personality would've done did em
We cut class with em, shot dice and got cash with em, broke laws and hauled ass with em
I'm riding dirty, Yeeah I'm illegal, swat team vest on, chrome desert eagle
Fuck sending threats, I'll just see you when I see you
My soul senile, catch you clowns on the rebound, I hate you, It's time for you to hate me now
Catch a H boom somewhere and spin his V 'round
You know niggas do anything to be 'round, CLICK CLACK POW, now you mourn with me now

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
When I finally fall asleep, my dreams so sweet
Bunch of young ignorant muthafuckas in the street
Big world, a reality nobody wanna see, either you rap, shoot, ball or sell D
It's hard to see tomorrow when you stuck on today, That BC bud and Hennessy will take ya troubles away, Hey!
Reminiscing on the pact we had, whats mine is yours from my bitch down to a half a bag
Excuse me if I come off wrong, but I wish my enemies harm
You can slip away nice and calm, right in your baby mom arms
Man, call Al Sharpton get a lil press, try to figure out what happened to that boy chest
The hood is a mess, nigga should've had his vest, besides through his death I can get a lil rest
I'm angry and I..

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
I wake up out of cold sweats, my eyes red and my clothes wet
There's enemies still breathing, I can't go yet
How I'mma look your mama in the face and tell her, it was just the wrong time right place
Let her, know she got someone she can call on, we talked about making a dig but now that's all gone
We go back soo long, came up so fast, not thinking about the future, just tonight's block bash
Until the day I end up dead, I'mma give em hell down here
I bring my thing everywhere, I come from where niggas dont care
Southside Jamaica, Its a do or die thing, police ain't refereeing you in our ring
I hope wherever you are you're living like a king, motherfuck a car, a broad or the bling
I miss you and I...

(Hook)