| Will they fall with the leaves of autumn |
| Or meet they bitter demise during the winter skies? |
| Shall I bring doom and spread gloom |
| Or am I the break in the summer and take them under? |
| Not sure when it’s going down |
| But I know it will |
| Not sure when it’s going down but it will |
| I’m not sure when it’s going down but it will (x2) |
| Must face it though, my patience low |
| Because of drills I saw is why hate fills my core |
| Never stayed after I sprayed but I’m sure I killed before |
| When you was in your sweet house saying peace out, I was still at war |
| I blaze and react in major flak but little things I will ignore |
| Lined with stress, everyday I’m trying best not to hurt nothin' |
| Most learned when they felt that burn it ain’t worth frontin' |
| But I’m one for guessing since I been gone so long they ain’t run the lesson |
| I’ve been forgotten by the younger freshmen |
| ‘Cause locally these little niggas been provoking me |
| Normally be no accepting but my PO and my record be choking me |
| Due to my two offenses back in my criminal days |
| If I give into the rage I’ll be forever living in a cage |
| So I hold my tongue, control my gun |
| Think about my growing son |
| ‘Cause obviously these niggas don’t know where I’m from |
| Not sure when it’s going down but it will |
| I’m not sure when it’s going down but it will (x2) |
| Must face it though, my patience low |
| It’s them remarks when I pass talking all smart fast |
| Got me ready to stomp out or spark they ass |
| Just trying to earn a living so had to turn civilian |
| To blend in, studied Discovery Channel and learned chameleon |
| To hold down my little maintenance job |
| It’s dangerous, hard, they gang facade |
| When we back an hour a day they bang the yard |
| In front of the train station all I can think about is what to bring in the |
| house |
| These cocky fools runnin' obstacles and routes to my offspring and my spouse |
| One asked me: «what the fuck you lookin' at?» |
| Fake courage ‘cause he cookin' crack |
| I’mma sec from book and back with the mac, all hooded black |
| To take his life but what good is that? |
| I clench my teeth to avoid instant beef that would come official |
| I said «easy brotha, I don’t want it with you» |
| I walked off of course, the kid vexed slid to the rest |
| Doing my bid sweats went to the park and did sets |
| To release that big stress |
| Not sure when it’s going down but it will |
| I’m not sure when it’s going down but it will (x2) |
| Must face it though, my patience low |
| Got a set mind that next time they try and horse |
| No more turning cheek, I’m applying force |
| Come through in a breeze, leave a lying corpse |
| In about a week they toss a bottle at my feet |
| Can’t let this go no longer, I gotta speak |
| Y’all boys is debate type |
| I bring the noise, y’all take flight |
| Couldn’t survive a ‘85 late night |
| When I swarmed seas, I was the great white |
| Don’t make me kamikaze this corner |
| ‘Cause I know y’all punani, a bunch of performers |
| You must be confused by the uniform |
| But I know how to use tools and do you wrong |
| It ain’t hard to see, y’all must be retarded trying to target me |
| Never had a gun jam, one-man armory |
| You was in soiled diapers, when I was dippin' avoidin' snipers |
| You ain’t live niggas, y’all just they annoying likeness |
| My name still shake bells where it’s too ill for you to make sales |
| And just be warned, when it’s on I don’t take Ls |
| It could go down, however y’all wanna do it |
| I ain’t talkin' no more, which one of y’all niggas threw it? |