| It was a Saturday night and I had a show
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| I’m in my dressing room with Vaco/Bacco (?) and some cats from the Mo
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| And they was blazing up the weed to the lord Shere Khan
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| It was a knock at the door «Are you ready god?»
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| I’m on the side of the stage man the place is packed
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| With dealas, feelas, niggas, women, yea drugs and macks
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| I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
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| And just when I was about to play man it went this way
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| A gun was shot up in the place man bu-buck buck buck
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| I seen this cat by the bar gettin' stuck stuck stuck
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| And other cats by the bar man pulled out their Glocks
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| And that’s when the whole place had got like piping hot
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| Man bitches screaming
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| Niggas screaming
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| Bullets flying
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| Bitches crying
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| Niggas fighting
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| Bitches fighting
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| It’s kinda frightening
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| And all this at a show
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| Motherfuckers falling by the exit do' (door)
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| Gotta let 'em go
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| Gotta let them go
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| Niggas in here with a black four-four
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| Fuck this damn rapping show
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| Now its 'bout to pop
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| Cause after that I think I heard like four shots
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| And all I remember after that was seeing the light
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| Security saying Nicky you goin' be all right
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| I’m hella numb and getting cold cause there is no pain
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| The bullets caught me as I was trying to get off the stage
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| I think about my momma yea you know the lord Shere Khan
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| And in the back of my mind I wish I had some bomb
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| But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
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| I think this is the last rap I’m bout to spit
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| Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods, sons of so… |