This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. This is a story about two writers, one's from Chicago and the other is from New York. But now we on foot with the showdown, didn't know what we was in for. Somehow, someway, we got to get the ammunition for the gunplay. Now I hear some bullets ricochet, motherfuckers gotta get away. T, let's throw this away, through the alley. But these niggas can't scar me or max me, I bailed and attacked me. Headed straight for the Kennedy, they can't catch me, damn, 20 minutes exactly. Get tickets, it's first airline, first flight out. Just up for the hard blow, could you tell me what it's all about? Me and T on a plane on the way to Chicago. When we landed in O'Hare, a cop yelled out freeze, we sent in to capture you. Nigga, you know what we got to do, tell me it's just the end of chapter two. They're coming after you. I'm living my life on the run. It's not as scary as to me. The gun has to be, and it has to be. I can't tell these jokes from reality. I can't tell, I can't tell. Now I'm not afraid to die, so it's better not to be mad at me. It just might be my destiny. I hope you niggas don't run from me. People about to get gone, but the dick clone leave our shit blown. Coming at us with a sit down, gotta get chrome. Then I pick up a legit phone, so I can see if my bitch home. Hope the cop had dropped him a ticket, strapped and split. Simply, but we acted quick, damn, it was a glow. Then we dipped up in the parking lot, and saw a Jag had to jack the bitch. Now we got up on the highway too smooth. Run away to the hood, and we workin' with some new rooms. Can't be the one who lose. Go to the hideout, make a call for some new tools. And I'm feelin' these fools, we got beef, we can die. They want a piece of the pie, but now we in the streets of the shop. And niggas got enough slots to release if they try. Now it's the crew, my bitch name Angela. She my weed, and my wife had to handle her. Branded her, with a tattoo of my name on her neck. I feel like I'm the man for her. But she lookin' suspicious, with somebody at the front door. Now she lookin' scared, as soon as I left out the air. Sayin' my bitch, Andy, up and shot T in the leg. She walk through the back door, feelin' torture and pain. I heard shots in the front. Are we about to die? Straight kamikaze, no lie. Grab two things for the stunt. You wanna go to war? I'll take you to war. I can't make it that easy, blastin' me. And when I saw the enemy, I let it ride. Tell me is this the end, or chapter three? They comin' after me. I'm livin' my life on the run. The enemy's comin' after me. You don't have to be where he has to be. I can't tell his truth from the outside. I can't tell. I can't tell. No, I'm not afraid to die. So spare my humanity. It just might be my destiny. I hope you make it all right for me. Friday, Friday. I'm livin' my life on the run. The enemy's comin' after me. You don't have to be where he has to be. I can't tell his truth from the outside. I can't tell. I can't tell. No, I'm not afraid to die. So spare my humanity. It just might be my destiny. I hope you make it all right for me.