Death Time - Viper

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

I’m bout to show this mark I’m the man

And let his bitch ass know he’s dealt his last hand

This boys lights are about to get put out

And no one’ll hear the shots

It’s too late, mark trick, you made your choice

When you put a tone front your voice

And talked all of that bitch shit

Not knowing who you was clashing with

Deep down you know you’s a mark and it

Shows on the outside, coming from your heart

Subconsciously you think I’m supposed to feel sorry for ya

But you’s a busta and I won’t cut for ya

Your decision was made, we in death mode

You’re part time but I keeps mine locked on

Today is your day, your shit at home

Too bad for you cause I’m bringin' it on

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

You just a hater who threw off my move

But what you don’t know, you’re about to be pursued

See I’m wise, I won’t shoot you in public

I’mma wait until nobody knows it

And I’mma catch your bitch ass around the corner

And you won’t even know you’s a goner

And if you do recognize my car, it won’t

Matter 'cause your ass won’t get far

Caught you slipping with that steel

Had to give you something that you could feel

And the feeling was permanent

'Cause you stiff on the cement

Asphalt got your body in a straight plane

You chill now that your mouth is closed, mane

Now your trap locked, you’s a cold nigga

You back to real status, thanks to my trigger

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time

Clear your mind

It’s death time