D.O.A.

[Verse 1]

Dead on arrival, swear to God I'mma kill 'em

As if I done put my hands on the Bible

Get 'em cause I'm liable to rock a motherfucker off

Especially if I get my hands on a rifle

Do the damn thang, not that they can stop a nigga

Pop a nigga off as if you were champagne

Put 'em in the ambulance but ain't no resuscitation

Cause he done got knocked off, point-blank range

It's a crisis the way niggas will pull up and shoot

Last week, the streets just put him in a coupe

This week, the streets just put him in a suit

Six feet under with dirt on top of the roof

Put 'em in a grave, people standin' over your body

And they wonderin' if your soul'll be saved

Or if it has risen or if it will be forbidden, by the way

You was doin' shit, they could've put you in prison

Now you ain't with the livin'

Cause you weren't a shooter or didn't know how to shoot

Either way feel inferior, I make the block cripple

Comin' like a moshpit'll be the nigga knowin' if we

Bustin' Glocks, it'll put you up in a hospital

And when you on the way

And they get a look at the way that the bullets spray

Everybody about to know, that we don't play

Makin' sure that your body arrive D.O.A

Or dead on arrival...

[Verse 2]

Dead on arrival, soul all up on the block

I put some shots up in the head of a rival

Gun up on the passenger side of the vehicle, he hit you

With the artillery simply cause he didn't like you

Should've knew not to piss him off

Catch a disease of a gun cause it'll cough

Better watch your mouth if you see some grown folks

About higher pedigree, especially if it be a boss

These lil' niggas ain't playin'

Soon as you come up and start talkin' shit, then they sprayin'

[?Want you to ride in the whip, then they stand?]

Soon as they see the nigga hit, then they ran

Straight got ghost, they don't wanna [?] a nigga

That comin' at 'em ambitiously with the toast

Point-blank range if you let 'em too close

Scene of a homicide, body was lookin' gross

Prob'ly off with your head, if him in the scene

Was comin' to the war cryin' soft like [?]

And this ain't no Walking Dead, they get rid of you

If they dumped a body and a white chump might talk

No talkin' to the Feds,  they hit 'em fast

Try to retaliate, but they gon' get his ass

And they ain't gon' be able to revive him in the ambulance

They just gon' pick him up and zip him in a bag

Dead on arrival