Confessions

[Intro: Prodigy] Uh, yeah, uh-huh I hear you I hear you Yo, yo [Verse 1: Prodigy] Late night, I can't sleep, I get dressed 4 a.m, I'm gon' get cigarettes Grab my hoodie for the light drizzle Hit the curb, what's the word with the night shifters On that grizzly grime, they said "P" "That nigga you was looking for, I saw him up the street" "He was parkin' his car, probably still there" "Hot-boxin' with little shorty with the hair" Who, that bitch with the cheap red weave? "Yeah, that smut" Aight, cool, I'm out, good lookin' out, dunn Made my way up the block to the spot where they saw the joker That's why I never leave home without the toaster I saw his radio lights through the rear tint I stepped in front of the car so he could see the hit The look on his face was priceless The bitch micro braids caught fire with the fifth Put pieces of her wig on the seats in the back Now there's weed smoke pouring out the bullet hole glass Turn the gun on him, he trying to float Trying to run up out the car, but left on his seat belt Now the nigga going ham in the whip 'Cause them shots tearing him up and thunderclappin' [Chorus: Prodigy] There's six million ways to die, I'll choose for you I live by the gun when you try to move on me I stick to the script, sometimes, I'm too loyal I step away, get the fools off me Sucker free, get these fools off me I step away, get the fools off me Sucker free, get these fools off me Yeah [Verse 2: Prodigy] You can bet the house that I'm holdin' Blackjack her face or maybe poker Face for comin' at me the wrong way Dawg, I ain't wan' do it to you You the one that came with that aggressive shit Now you want to cop out In hood court, I'll put your gangsta on trial, you blew it Now it's time to face the music of the Israeli uzi That murder music, this dumbin' season, I hunt humans But I never find niggas when I go lookin' They always seem to fall in my hands Like, nigga, don't blame me, this is really God's plan Ope, there he go What the fuck? Nigga pickin' up his kid from the school bus Now how shall I proceed? Do the nigga dirty right in front of his seed? So the little bitch grow up traumatized, a witness To how ugly life can be, it is what it is They walkin' up the way holdin' hands, look I drove ahead of them and got out for the ambush There's no thinkin' twice, the dark-skinned nigga turned white 'Fore that first shot knocked out his lights Now, babygirl screamin' hysterically 'Cause she gon' spend most her life inside therapy Spitting image of her pops So I smacked the little ho with the gun then I walked around the block The police buggin', I left the chariot still runnin' Forgive me, Lord, he had it comin' [Chorus: Prodigy] There's six million ways to die, I'll choose for you I live by the gun when you try to move on me I stick to the script, sometimes, I'm too loyal I step away, get the fools off me Sucker free, get these fools off me I step away, get the fools off me Sucker free, get these fools off me