If I had just nine bullets, i know just what i would do with them
Fire one in the air, reload, just to have nine again
I would fire one at your leg, to make you tell the truth, first
And one at him, to let him know that the truth hurts
Then I would go off the second for telling me the deal
Then again at him, so he know it’s wrong to steal
So with five bullets I would look like a dang fool
It’s kool, ’cause the many times I thought we were kool
Shoot you with one bullet to show one love
Shoot him with two, cause i thought we’re bros??
Then go to the back of my new Chevy Impala
Come back with two daggers, stab ya, now suffer

Roll you both in the dirt to cover a trail anyone will see
And I don’t care if your alive or not continue to beg and plead
Unfortunate that I could never grows to see your seeds
Cause I think I would laugh hard as hell, if they looked like me
To the ends of the earth, you two will never matter
Always, fight, struggle, and clatter, or grab a bat, huh??
Have each other walking like were drunk and stagger
The reprecutions of loving is simply one thing
But to have it broken, healed, then stolen is 3 things
Good thing I wasn’t there to see it, I’d be in Sing Sing
Chillin with my 3 Japanese homeboys Cho, Koji, and Lin
Your just lucky God does miracles, even for those who sin