Ten Paces

[Verse]

Loaded burner, blade in a calf holster

Walkie talkie to communicate with the chauffeur

Map of the block to escape when it’s over

Looking like a killer, feeling like a soldier

The smell of perfume from having Tasha in my bed

Sticks to my fingertips and still lingers in the air

She told me about a hot spot named The Dragon’s Lair

Off a backstreet up out by the state fair

She guarantee me every Sunday they be there

Playing pool and sniffing coke up until the AM

She met 'em both back when she used to bartend

But said they'd be hard to touch cause the gang that they roll with

No fear, ice is flowing through my veins

Surveyed the spot last night and it’s all arranged

I know where they hang plus where they lay their heads

They can confess to what they did or they can end up dead

Had to drop me off three blocks from the spot

Then park across the street in an open lot

Put on my gas mask and took the alley just to creep up

Black trench coat looking like the grim reaper

Black assassin waiting for 'em after dark inside of a dumpster

Twenty feet from where they park

Quiet as a church mouse, silent as a beating heart

Then the fat one stumbled out with a fat blunt to spark

I knew the owner didn’t let them smoke in the bar

So they usually walked out to the dumpster way behind their cars

He took a couple pulls and blasted off to outer space

Pulled out my pepper spray and caught him right in his face

Hopped out, he started screaming, punched him in his jaw

The force from the punch made him bite down on his tongue

"How it feel, fat boy? Now you all alone!

Remember me?" pushed him to the ground and kicked his balls

He tearing up like "oh shit, I thought you was dead!"

"Naw man you and your mans killed the wrong kid

I could kill you now for the sake of revenge

Or you can come with me and tell the cops what you did"

Heard footsteps, turned around, they’re coming fast

Two white t-shirts, two big dudes with red rags

Side-stepped the first one but slipped on some broken glass

The second one caught me hard enough that it cracked my mask

Fell back a little dazed but knew he broke his hand

Acted hurt but pepper sprayed him when he circled in

First cat back now, he’s swinging that wild

Duck stuck my life into his stomach, made him take a bow

Three dudes laid down, back to the fat one

He spit in my face he say "fuck you, I ain’t doing nothing!"

I put my blade to his neck and started slowly cutting

Heard a shotgun pump then I heard it start dumping

Moved just in time, the shot hit the fat dude

Blew the face right off the skull it was attached to

He pumped again I could see the short motherfucker

Second shot blow a hole right through that old dumpster

Can’t hide much longer gotta make a break

Buck shots from a third shot almost hit my face

I saw lights from a car pulling in the strip

Thinking it’s a cop car, I take it as my chance to dip

Fourth shot hit the window of somebody's whip

I’m hauling ass fast as possible until I slip

He got the drop on me, but I still pull my nine

His body drop but I swear that shot wasn’t mine