[Verse 1: B.A.M.]

Summertime, ninety-nine point something degrees

There go the fifth nigga down getting knocked by the D's

Me and my brother can't even feed the family proper

While the mayor stuffing his face with steak and lobster

But I got a plot to overthrow the government roster

Been casing out the armored trucks at 150 federal

Ready to pop off, it feel good like it's sexual

Slugs beside the muscle, tear flesh caressing you

Two brothers against all odds, time to suit up

We ride or die together, that's just the way we grew up

And just when he gave me a pound the truck pulled up

Let's get this money, we laid low and double toasted

Everything around us was moving in slow motion

Heart racing, I'm sweating like I'm bent off the potion

One guard peeped the ambush then radioed for backup

His partner jumped out with the Glock and got clapped up

[Hook]

[Verse 2: B.A.M.]

Too long, kicked the rear door out and started dumping

We both ducked for cover, just hiding behind something

Rapid fire, my brother got caught in the torso

Thinking will we make it alive, only the Lord know

He on the ground leaking and bleeding, he ain't breathing

Grab the bag of Benjamins while Jake in the distance

My brother still alive through this fucked up predicament

Pulled him in the car told him it would be fine

Peeled off with about eight Jakes right behind

A tear rolled from his eye, he looked at me and asked why

Blood pouring out the side of his mouth, he went calmly

That moment I knew he had went to join mommy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.A.M.]

Pure emotion and adrenaline with death wishes

Let's get it on you cock sucking son of a bitches

Tires are shot, but still doing 90 on the rims nigga

Got out and threw the bag to shad?, this for the kids nigga

Blue uniforms everywhere, ghetto bird hovering

All we ever wanted was to stop all this suffering

They cleared the whole block, with K-9's and SWAT

Checked the clip in the Ruger and only had one shot

Sucking up tears of snot, reflecting back on the childhood

Victim of abuse and drug wars through a wild hood

My fam can't live where I live, my fam need me

Don't need them to see my memorial in graffiti

Stepped out hearing guns cocking, my fam watching

Let the grip go, but before I could drop it

Forty-one shots hit, the shells drip from the stoop

We salute, the fallen soldiers that went out for the loot