The Alchemist, Prodigy - Confessions lyrics

Late night I can't sleep I get dressed
4am, I'm gon' get cigarettes
Grab my hoodie for the light drizzle
Hit the curb
What's the word with the night shifters
On that grizzly grime they said P
Nigga you was looking for
I saw him up the street
He was parking his car, probably still there
Hot-boxing with little shorty with the hair
Who, that bitch with the
Cheap red weave? Yeah, that smut
Aaight cool, I'm out, good looking out dunn
Made my way up the block to the
Spot where they saw the joker
That's why I never leave
Home without the toaster
I saw his radio lights through the rear tint
I stepped in front of the car
So he could see the hit
The look on his face was priceless
The bitch micro braids caught
Fire when the fifth put pieces of her wig on
The seats in the back
Now there's weed smoke pouring out
The bullet hole glass
Turn the gun on him, he trying to float
Trying to run up out the car
But left on his seat belt
Now the nigga going ham in the whip
Cause them shots tearing him
Up and thunderclapping

There's six million ways to die
I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script
Sometimes I'm too loyal
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me
I step away, get the fools off me
Sucker free, get these fools off me

You can bet the house that I'm holding
Blackjack her face or maybe poker
Face for coming at me the wrong way
Dog I ain't want to do it to you
You the one that came
With that aggressive shit
Now you want to cop out
In hood court I'll put
Your gangsta on trial, you blew it
Now it's time to face the
Music of the Israeli uzi
That murder music, this dumbing season
I hunt humans
But I never find niggas when I go looking
They always seem to fall in my hands
Like nigga don't blame me
This is really God's plan up, there he go
What the fuck nigga picking up his
Kid from the school bus
Now how shall I proceed?
Do the nigga dirty right in front of his seed
So the little bitch grow up traumatized
A witness
To how ugly life can be, it is what it is
They walking up the way holding hands, look
I drove ahead of them and
Got out for the ambush
There's no thinking twice
The dark-skinned nigga turned white
'Fore that first shot turned out his lights
Now baby girl screaming hysterically
She gon' spend most her life inside therapy
Spitting image of her pops
So I smacked the little ho with the
Gun then I walked around the block
Police bugging
I left the chariot still running
Forgive me lord, he had it coming