Kill that nigga

[Havoc] Yo, It's like this man, It's real simple If my nigga was my nigga like I thought he was Would he have snitched, hung me out the dry to fuck Guess you don't know a nigga 'till you catch a case with 'em It aint all gravy just because you make cake with 'em It's real, niggaz scared to death of state prison To the end when a nigga get caught start snitchin' Imagine the eyes of a nigga that you knew For about 20 joints with the nerve to point Hurt worser than that physical pain You fetish nigga roll with the sorry fuck now he switchin' to lame Niggaz in the box could relate to my pain All I got is my word and I'ma get you thats my word Through family friends or even fuckin' your bird Fuck it anything long as your death occur Whatever happened to death before dishonor It's time for your end and i'ts my honor