Death Time

Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
I’m bout to show this mark I’m the man
And let his bitch ass know he’s dealt his last hand
This boys lights are about to get put out
And no one’ll hear the shots
It’s too late, mark trick, you made your choice
When you put a tone front your voice
And talked all of that bitch shit
Not knowing who you was clashing with
Deep down you know you’s a mark and it
Shows on the outside, coming from your heart
Subconsciously you think I’m supposed to feel sorry for ya
But you’s a busta and I won’t cut for ya
Your decision was made, we in death mode
You’re part time but I keeps mine locked on
Today is your day, your shit at home
Too bad for you cause I’m bringin' it on
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
You just a hater who threw off my move
But what you don’t know, you’re about to be pursued
See I’m wise, I won’t shoot you in public
I’mma wait until nobody knows it
And I’mma catch your bitch ass around the corner
And you won’t even know you’s a goner
And if you do recognize my car, it won’t
Matter 'cause your ass won’t get far
Caught you slipping with that steel
Had to give you something that you could feel
And the feeling was permanent
'Cause you stiff on the cement
Asphalt got your body in a straight plane
You chill now that your mouth is closed, mane
Now your trap locked, you’s a cold nigga
You back to real status, thanks to my trigger
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time
Clear your mind
It’s death time