Showdown, Allah, yo,
One to the chest, two to the Three to the face my gat, gat, gat a close casket, made a son a bastard Got to stay but the Cru is comin' back
Loungin' with my Cru Meck and Harmony Bringin' like 13 other niggas, at Took for some action 'cuz we love to party The agent, Biggie Smalls and BDP
So um, up in the spot, pisses Hugs, frowns, hugs, Walkin' through the crowd I bumped into Russell Huggin' me love, you rich mothafuck
Everyone was there, Just a shit, Funk Flex, representin' All of a sudden I shit gettin' thin Wu-tang actin' up with their group from
Erick Sermon to representin' his island He said, "Hey", niggas him Redman this nigga, uh, nuh that's his brother Jumped over the bar like he was Soopaman
Jersey had his back, a fact But BDP was out to hit this nigg' with they classic Six minutes, KRS on The bridge is over, South Bronx drop the
Nas and his were in there yellin', "Kill that boy" Oh shit, in the gutter everything went Smalls yellin', "Can't we just all get along?" Nope, it's
One to the chest, two to the Three to the face my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a Got to stay but the Cru is comin' back
One to the chest, two to the Three to the with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a Got to stay strapped but the Cru is comin'
Oh, shit, all hell breakin' Instead I should of to that party at the muse For ugly, I didn't and here's I'm at Chill, is that pullin' out a gat?
Damn, now I know really wrong First to bust off, Fat Joe from Black moon caught mad brooms and done Method Man, by the same gun
Kool G. Rap lickin' 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
going buck nuggy, word life Rakim throwed by Eric B's knife Damn, gettin' iller than I thought Playin' the back on the law so I get caught
Wonder where is at in this piece LL slumped over the bar, Redman, a dead man, forever in the corner with a fuckin' head sever But as I around, know everybody's dead
Wait, what's that code on?