I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin' (Oh shit) now nigga, what now? (What are you doin'?) Proof, the projects,
One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off Party stops, everybody hit the door, lickin' shots off
Security's gone I'm in the club And I'm run and get my muthafuckin' gun (Nigga, what about wife?) Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my life Oh shit, the comin'
hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's That's the sound of the Even DJ House fucked and got shot 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 the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches everywhere and niggas is wildin' Two minutes ago we was all and smilin'
This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me and she cryin' But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' So I hugged her and used her as a human shield And she got hit now yellin' (Don't me)
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb believed me I through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too
One shot, two shot, three shots, shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, off Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' off
(I been tryna you all day, mothafucka, where you at?) I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was Damn hit me from the back (With car?) With a gat nigga and my flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some
(Is you hit?) I don't know but I can tell you what drove It was a Mitsubishi (Shit, that's the clique we wit) Man and I was on my way
Believe me I'm leavin' a today I'ma my car and walk the rest of the way I'm in the to strut, my AK ain't even tucked I'ma you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots This is the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I never no shit like this is my life before are still camped out from the night before Sleepin' outside the door in line Still tryna get inside the club to see D12
The fire marshalls know, the too small are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans And cum-wad from out the parkin' lot in an argument over a parkin' spot Decides to his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place Sprays one bitch in the face, one of 'em came through the wall Before anyone even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar a mazel tov Bullet right by my ear damn near shot it off Thank God I'm alive, I gotta Denaun And where the fuck is Von, he tucks one on him
Wait a minute I I just saw Bizarre No, I not, what the fuck, oh my God it was I never saw him run so in my life Look at him ass, I think he left his wife
she is on the ground bein' trampled I go to grab her up by the damn but I can't pull her Goddamn, there just another damn bullet, I'm hit My is barely able to handle it, it's too thin If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop Follow path ran through it
And it to the front door and collapsed on the steps Looked up and I Swift shootin' it out But I can't see who shootin' it out with But right behind him squeezin' his four fifth
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I is gunshots This is where the fun stops, drop, hit the floor, music's off stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
It's Friday night came to this bitch, Big ass to my and Desert Eagle to my right I come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight Although I can't stay here to 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight
That's right bitches I'm with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna when I get in Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck Shot out the back of his truck is up in this
So one shot for the money, to stop the show Third's for the (There's of shots to go) (I just know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a piece
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 stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off