Pulled up to the border with dreams of loot Tinted up the rental, some low-key coupe Basic enough to crawl through the territory of the wolf Mask covers my face and the tech ready to shoot I been studyin' they patterns for a couple weeks straight Watchin' from a distance, taking notes, and wait Know they close shop around midnight, know they trap on a gate Know the nigga that be sleepin' when the rest of 'em relay The opps think they untouchable on the block they call home But the block ain't a fortress, just a stretch of fuckin' bones And the valley of bones got a backside where the cameras don't roam And the backside has a door where the reaper gon' own Hit the alley behind they spot 'bout a quarter past two Three soldiers with me, two of us in all black, you know what it do Homie on the lookout with the walkie and the view Of the rooftop where I told him watch the windows for something to move Crept up to the back door where the lock was a joke Picked it in a minute, these nigga s bout to catch smoke Slipped inside the kitchen where the dishes were covered in soap In a sink full of Pyrex, cabinet is full of coke Took the packages off the counter, took the cash from the drawer Took the strap off the table, took the bags from the floor Then I heard a motherfucker rollin' over, then snore On a mattress in the living room, next to the door Walked up slow with the chrome on his face Pressed the barrel to his temple, let him wake up to my grace Seein a stranger in his own private space With the upper hand and a smile and a casual pace He started shakin', I told him "nigga there ain't no point to cry" "Where the rest of your soldiers, nigga, don't you lie" He stuttered out a address with his head to the sky Beggin' for his mama while tears feel his eyes I let him live but I left him with a memory and a scar Pistol whipped his face 'til the face couldn't bar Recognition in the mirror when he wakin' torn apart Plaster Man leaving these cartoon niggas seeing stars Out the back door with the duffel on my back Soldiers right behind me with the heat on the rack Homie pulled the rental up, we hopped in with the pack Pulled off slow and quiet 'fore the neighborhood react Drove across the city to the safehouse on the hill Counted up the money, counted up the spill Of the product we recovered, counted up the kill Fire in my chest where the conscience used to fill Then I decided to check the address he gave Pulled up at the spot 'fore the soldiers could wave Caught 'em in the driveway 'fore they made it to the cave Three more bodies layin' silent in the pavement that I raid By the time the sun came up the whole hood was talkin' Word spread fast 'bout the killers from Stockton Police pullin' yellow tape, the cameras was flockin' The opps was on the news, a ring cam caught em' floppin' I been quiet, I been patient, I been studyin' the play Now the territory mine 'til the territory decay Don't pull up to my city if you ain't ready to slay A real nigga handle business when the business gotta pay
