Showdown, Allah, yo,
One to the chest, two to the Three to the face my gat, gat, gat Keep a casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin'
Loungin' with my Cru above and Harmony Bringin' like 13 niggas, at least them for some action 'cuz we love to party The double agent, Smalls and BDP
So um, walked up in the spot, Hugs, frowns, hugs, Walkin' through the crowd I into Russell Russ Huggin' me some love, you rich
Everyone was there, Just a shit, Funk Flex, representin' All of a sudden I thought shit thin Wu-tang actin' up with their group Shaolin
Erick Sermon to representin' his island He said, "Hey", joked him seen this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman
had his back, that's a fact But BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they traps Six minutes, KRS on The bridge is over, South Bronx the bomb
Nas and his boys were in yellin', "Kill that boy" Oh shit, in the gutter everything wrong Biggie yellin', "Can't we just all get along?" Nope, it's
One to the chest, two to the Three to the with my gat, gat, gat a close casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin'
One to the chest, two to the to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, a son a bastard Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin'
Oh, shit, all hell loose I should of went to that party at the muse For ugly, I didn't and where I'm at Chill, is that pullin' out a gat?
Damn, now I know somethin's wrong First to off, Fat Joe from P-Long Black moon caught mad and they done Man, murdered by the same gun
Kool G. Rap shot and KRS But he didn't die fast 'cuz the brother had a Ooh, nigga took Kool G. him Both dead from head wounds the lead hit him
Everybody going buck nuggy, life throwed slit by Eric B's knife Damn, gettin' iller than I thought Playin' the back on the law so I won't get
Wonder Yogi is at in this piece LL slumped the bar, deceased Redman, a dead man, essence in the corner with a fuckin' head sever But as I look around, know dead
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