| Down at the best spot
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| Its me and JD and they sellin more birds than a pet shop
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| The spot’s hot and everybody nervous
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| That’s when the blue car served us Oh why did fools had to let loose
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| Heard six pops from a deuce deuce
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| Big Tom had to push us 13 niggaz runnin straight to the bushes
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| For they gats so they could draw down
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| But why a motherfucker like me had to fall down
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| Not known why I dropped out
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| Fuck it, still can’t afford to get popped out
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| So now I gotta jet
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| Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet
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| Tryin to see if we got him
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| Looked down at my sweatshirt red at the bottom
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| Didn’t panic but I still looked cracked out
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| Yelled to the homies then I blacked out
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| Woke up in the back of a tray
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| On my way, to MLK
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| That the county hospital jack
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| Where niggaz die over a little scratch
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| Still sittin in the trauma center
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| In my back is where the bullet entered
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| Yo nurse I’m gettin kind of warm
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| Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin form
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| Coughin up blood on my hands and knees
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| Then I heard freeze nigger don’t move
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| Yo, I didn’t do a thing
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| Didn’t wanna go out like my man Rodney King
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| Still got gaffled
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| Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel
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| Now I’m handcuffed
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| Being asked information on my gang affiliation
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| I don’t bang, I rock the good rhymes
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| And I’m a victim of neighborhood crime
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| I need to see a MD
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| And ya’ll mothafuckers giving me the third degree
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| Look at the waiting room
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| Its filled to the rim like the county jail day room
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| Nobody gettin help
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| Since we poor
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| The hospital move slow
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| Now I’m layed out
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| People steppin over me to get closer to the tv Just like a piece of dog shit
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| Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet
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| One hour done passed
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| Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H
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| And when I’m almost through
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| They call my name and put me on ICU
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| Halfway dead
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| No respect and handcuffed to the bed
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| Now the trauma starts
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| Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart
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| So I begin the ass kissin
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| Just to get looked at by an overworked physician
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| Got the chills, but my temperatures 103
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| Only got a band-aid and an IV
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| That’s when I start cussin
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| Police steady askin me who did the bustin
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| Why oh why can’t I get help
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| Cause I’m black, I gots to go for self
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| Too many black bodies the hospital housin
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| So at 10 P.M. |
| I was Audi 5000 |