Gone Juelz Santana

[Intro]
God will never put you in a situation that you can't handle
But you can definitely put yourself in a situation you can't handle
And some situations lead to death
Death is a mothafucker...ya dig?

[Verse 1]
Old timer want the block back, stop that
"You been gone too long", the young nigga said
Lord knows, whats going through this young nigga's head
As the old timer stood and grilled him
Peeled off, shorty looked at his man
Touched his burner like "I should've killed him"
Shorty in deep, but he don't care
But he don't know, these old timers don't play fair(Nah)
There he go, postin' on his strip again
Toast on him, niggas with him, posted on his shit again
(Uh-Oh) He acting like it can't and it won't happen
Old Timer 'bout to blow dust off that old cabinet
(Dust,Dust,Dust...) Where them guns is kept
These young niggas better show some respect (respect)
"I'll teach 'em a lesson", he said to his self
As he proceeded to pull the lead from his shelf
Now he headed towards Shorty block, forty cocked
On his zip, on his shit, like he don't care who Shorty wit
But somebody saw him, before he got to Shorty
Shorty phone ring, somebody called him
Somebody warned him, "He's coming, he's coming!"
Shorty replied, "Somebody stall him!"
Then he crept up wit his goons and guns
Whispered in the Old Timer's ear, death's soon to come