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