I told mothafuckas I was comin' back (Oh shit) What now nigga, what (What are you doin'?) Proof, the projects,
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
Security's I'm dropped in the club And I'm tryna run and get my gun (Nigga, what your wife?) Nigga fuck my wife, I'm ta run and save my muthafuckin' life Oh shit, the comin'
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. door That's the sound of the Even DJ House fucked around and got I done around and forgot my tec I don't see nobody but Fab and Hex
(Kuniva you awright) These niggas is (Where's at?) I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to my car is at Bitches screamin' and niggas is wildin' Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'
This chick is clingin' me sobbin' and sighin' Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin' But it's real and it's on and is gettin' killed So I hugged her and her body as a human shield And she got hit now yellin' (Don't me)
I her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me I squeezed through the back door and my escape I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too
One shot, two shot, shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off
(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, you at?) I'm on mile, what the fuck was that Damn somebody hit me the back (With car?) With a gat and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, niggas some hoes
(Is you hit?) I know but I can tell you what they drove It was a black (Shit, that's the we beefin' wit) Man and I was on my way
Believe me I'm a caucus today park my car and walk the rest of the way I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off
I never seen no shit like this is my life People are camped out from the night before outside the door waitin' in line Still get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshalls know, the too small People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd And some cum-wad from out the lot Gets in an argument a parkin' spot Decides to his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Missed who he's for six feet away's the door Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came the wall anyone could even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar havin' a tov Bullet wizzed by my ear damn near shot it off Thank God I'm alive, I find Denaun And the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him
a minute I think I just saw Bizarre No, I guess not, the fuck, oh my God it was I saw him run so fast in my life Look at him haulin' ass, I he left his wife
she is on the ground bein' trampled I go to grab her up by the hand but I can't pull her Goddamn, there just went another bullet, I'm hit My vest is able to handle it, it's too thin If I get hit again I do it, I scoop deep Follow Bizarre's ran through it
And made it to the front door and collapsed on the Looked up and I seen Swift it out But I can't see who he's it out with But Denaun's right him squeezin' his four fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off
It's night came to this bitch, right Big ass to my left and Eagle to my right I ain't in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight
That's bitches I'm drunk with revenge a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in Swift told me to him here so it's clear that the schmuck that Shot out the back of his truck is up in mothafucka
So one for the money, two's to stop the show for the bartender (There's plenty of to go) (I just wanna know who's a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three
One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off Party stops, hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off