Lord forgive me

[Verse 1:]
 Kill him where he stand or stand over him shake his hand
 Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block
 And blam I ain't backing down for nothing
 I'm a back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand
 Better pray that this chopper jam, like a radio single, man
 Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner,
 [bad word] your mama, mama he's dead,
 The next morning high toasted up with my homies
 We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh
 You see this game we [bad word] from uncles that raised me [bad word]  Ask me what I have [bad word]  I don't know I don't have conscience
 I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting
 No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something
 Protect ya neck cause [bad word]  for set respects split your onion
 Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
 Cause ignorance is bliss

[Verse 2:]
 This the hardest [bad word] you've heard from LA this far
 And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
 We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off
 Until the day I pistol whip you posers till ya'll [bad word] off
 Then peel off, in a hooptie [bad word] back and make these niggas wanna shoot me
 And they [bad word] wanna salute me or seduce me
 Indubitably I'm too street
 Indubitably I'm a do me
 Better than your [bad word] would
 But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
 And I'm good
 I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
 Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
 No tarot card reading I'm foreseeing you niggas vanish
 Not only from the rap game, I'm including the planet
 Cats so watered down clowns can sink Titanic
 Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic
 Give me respect, dammit, or get damaged
 Die young, corpse identified by your parents
 Apparently you a parrot
 Mocking me and my blueprint
 But I won't share it just make you cop it then call you a sheriff
 Stop it, I'm hearin' [bad word]  The critics are calling me conscious
 But [bad word]  every shooter be callin' [bad word]  So [bad word]  only calling me Kweli [bad word] 
 Proves, that ignorance is bliss

[Verse 3:]
 And this still the hardest [bad word] you've heard from LA this far
 And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
 This my world, I grab the universe then play kickball
 And they wonder why these California earthquakes hit so hard
 I'm so-Cal, you so called
 Rappers need to go call
 Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off
 I show up, to show out to show off
 You a hundred percent behind me
 And if you hard then wreck your car and walk up to my crime scene
 I remember being 17 wishing someone would sign me
 Now the only way these labels get me back is when they rewind me
 Backin' down boggins
 Backin' down [bad word]  We gon' flip her once she off that blue dolphin
 You gon' tip her
 Cause ignorance is bliss
 And Willy I'm a fool on yo beats, I bleed out the speaker
 As the speaker that spoke when they done speak