[Verse: P-ZO, N. Vibe]

2 shots, 3 in the morning, 4 the record

A front page to type, hype, rage against the felon

Gunpowder scent, that pistol had vanity, a casualty

Crime is a bitch and she dated on Saturday

Its cold outside, but trust me, I'm three kelvins

Around me absolute zero, blood by his pelvis

Anything i'll do by now is a drastic measure

Everything they gonna do is forensic matter

I know I told myself "I was ready for the homicide"

Now I gotta quest myself what the fuck I did this time?!

Shot the fucker got me pissed off

The beef went on, I suppose I'm the lucky one

Even the gun wasn't mine one

But same I can say for this blood and the fuckin judge

Program is about to be crazy

Guess I gotta strip, this time they gonna chase me

Nosebleed, cocaine addiction

Picture the whole scene, I clean my shoes, I realized it was no fiction

Irresponsible, breathin’? Impossible

One across the dome, this clot will never see the hospital

I couldn’t help it, I had to scope

Mouth is open, gaze to the moon like a lycanthrope

Self-control like the brain was an option

When you see a man die you don’t care about commotion

I really didn't want to make a mess

I excess in behavior, take a chance for the wealth

Drawing in my mind the break news of a murder case

"he's a bad guy, don't you see his face?!"

TV shows gonna stick me in the limelights

Maybe on the prime time, most on the night line

Won't be seen as a G in the cell blocks

Worse than a thief, still strip for these free locks

Cold the weather, cold the killer, cold the body

Should I call the popo or should I act punani?

Dead men tell no lies, dead men see no witness

Eyes behind my shoulders as I'm leavin’ there the victim

Peep the corpse and think what a felony is and what isn’t

Fear became voyeurism

No ifs and maybes, no snitch and phrases

I’m a blind man tonight and most of all I recognize no faces

My mind is on a stream

I esteem and consider what can happen if I confess

But I'm extreme, I will never dare to tell that

Never tell the truth out, I got a complex

Take a look around for somebody there to witness

Any fuckin sound stress me, got me deep pressed

Stream stopped, transfer speed to my legs

Never went so fast, even left there my cash...