Nx Sympathy In SKC

I got no sympathy
Shootin at enemies
Don't give a fuck about them or they families
Talk about choppas I'm lettin mine breathe
How many we talking I think about three
Nah I'm jus playing it's prolly bout ten
Fuck round wit Don and get shot in the head
Caught the kid lackin and knocked off his dreads
Don't talk to me if you fuck wit the feds
I'm on my grind and I'm getting my bread
Don't let him talk I don't know what he said

Just shoot at a nigga colt 4 0 hit the window
He gon blow, quiet tiptoe, No kilo, No stilo
Pack depot

Stop slippin slippa
For I pull the trigga and I shoot a nigga
Better catch ya balance for I hit the hitta
If shit happens we gon lick the licka
Or nick the nigger make the sick sicka
That's that typa shit to make a trippa trip
So I'ma drown my shit
Diamonds shinin ain't gonna and take a sip
Yo girl on me cuz I got the zip
Bangin so hard off the rip
Gotta right hand man sell a dish

Lemme hit this spliff, okay yeah

Don't fuck with the set I'ma vet we drove by boy
Shootout back to back we hit his hat don't wanna die boy
Say he rep the same don't know his name that's a lie boy
I'ma shoot his shorty wit my 40 know dis ain't no child toy
Man this little bitch
Say he with the shit
Ion know pull up slow
Let's see if he is
I can't even diss cuz I don't even know his name
Say he with the shit but he don't even know what gang

Who the fuck is 05?
Caught him and leave him with no eyes
Who the fuck is Mo?
He ain't styling, Leave him with no brain
Thought he was me friend he ain't mean shit
Sell him like cocaine
Leave his body in a ditch and burn a bitch with propane

I got no enemies
They are all dead too me
Left em in coffins six feet in a dirt
Fuckin ya bitch and I'm holding her hair
If I come with my team you gon leave in a hurry

Oh shit we done
I ain't even get to say what I wanted to say

Part two