[Intro: Tommy Wright III, MC Black]
Ah yeah, what up, fool?
I got my nigga MC Black in this junt, what up, Black?
What's up, mane?
Not shit, mane, I got somethin' to tell y'all fools, mane
What's up, mane?
Guess what, my nigga
What's up?
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
It was a gang fight
Jeter Projects and Fowler Homes
A battlefield, or better yet, a warzone
We met up in Jeter, I was a leader in condition
Open up the trunk, discharged the ammunition, mane
Parents wavin' like we goin' to the army
Bullet proof vest on my chest, you couldn't harm me
With my heart built like a thousand soldiers
Throwin' grenades, and they droppin' like boulders
Benzo, I had my Cadillac chromed
Pulled up in the projects and loaded the tone
It was quiet, different, no one was out playin'
I held my Uzi, ready to do a little sprayin'
Somebody came out, I shot and missed the sucka
I screamed out loud, and said "Shoot the mothafucka!"
Bullets broke out, me and my boys hit the ground
A sawed off 12 gauge, the double barrel sound
So we took them cars away to the dead end
They touch my car, Black, I'm gonna unleash the MAC-10
Bailed for our lives, we vamped the scene
Ran through the projects, it was a different thing
Dope dealers everywhere, gettin' busted by narcs
Them fools tryin' to start static, said I had some rocks
Then they chased me, I ran straight for the sewer
Should I just stop? Yeah, my mind wasn't sure
They started shootin', I just had to stop
.33 Winchester trigger-happy buckshots
I proceeded, he slammed my face in the sewer water
Should I call my boys? Yeah, maybe I oughta
He jumped off my back, I climbed out and said "Show time"
Told my boys the narc, "Please shoot him one time"
I kept goin' on a mission to find the leader
I screamed out loud and said "I'm the one from Jeter"
He walked to the back, I saw garbage cans
They had fire comin' out, bums warmin' their hands
And on the other side, they was havin' a crap game
Niggas had his trunk open sellin' some cocaine
There was two more, or three, I believe
They were lyin' on down and each sold weed
I saw the leader, and his name was Snap
Doodoo brown snow suit, suede FILA skull cap
I said: "Snap, mane, where are your boys? They played out"
He snapped his finger, every last one came out
I yelled "The streets ain't big enough for both of us
Somebody's goin' down, and I know that it's not us"
We blast, they had no choice, they ran
I grabbed three and burned them in the garbage can
Now they runnin' through the projects like a track star
I had him point blank range, but then he jumped in the car
He made a U turn, then he tried to run over me
I jumped on the windshield, he cut the wipers on me
He rolled through the forest, trees poppin' my face
He got out of the car, it was a different case
He fought pound for pound, then that nigga got clowned
Then all of a sudden, I heard a sound
It was a .38, it went off in his pocket
He died like Notre Dame and the bullet was a rocket
I got back in the car, blood drippin' from my deuce
I turned back and went to pick up my crew
We got the cars, and headed back to the base
I hugged my kids, with a smile on my face
I could barely stand up, I said "Peace and glory"
And believe me, this is based on a true story
Ah yeah, what up, fool?
I got my nigga MC Black in this junt, what up, Black?
What's up, mane?
Not shit, mane, I got somethin' to tell y'all fools, mane
What's up, mane?
Guess what, my nigga
What's up?
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
It was a gang fight
Jeter Projects and Fowler Homes
A battlefield, or better yet, a warzone
We met up in Jeter, I was a leader in condition
Open up the trunk, discharged the ammunition, mane
Parents wavin' like we goin' to the army
Bullet proof vest on my chest, you couldn't harm me
With my heart built like a thousand soldiers
Throwin' grenades, and they droppin' like boulders
Benzo, I had my Cadillac chromed
Pulled up in the projects and loaded the tone
It was quiet, different, no one was out playin'
I held my Uzi, ready to do a little sprayin'
Somebody came out, I shot and missed the sucka
I screamed out loud, and said "Shoot the mothafucka!"
Bullets broke out, me and my boys hit the ground
A sawed off 12 gauge, the double barrel sound
So we took them cars away to the dead end
They touch my car, Black, I'm gonna unleash the MAC-10
Bailed for our lives, we vamped the scene
Ran through the projects, it was a different thing
Dope dealers everywhere, gettin' busted by narcs
Them fools tryin' to start static, said I had some rocks
Then they chased me, I ran straight for the sewer
Should I just stop? Yeah, my mind wasn't sure
They started shootin', I just had to stop
.33 Winchester trigger-happy buckshots
I proceeded, he slammed my face in the sewer water
Should I call my boys? Yeah, maybe I oughta
He jumped off my back, I climbed out and said "Show time"
Told my boys the narc, "Please shoot him one time"
I kept goin' on a mission to find the leader
I screamed out loud and said "I'm the one from Jeter"
He walked to the back, I saw garbage cans
They had fire comin' out, bums warmin' their hands
And on the other side, they was havin' a crap game
Niggas had his trunk open sellin' some cocaine
There was two more, or three, I believe
They were lyin' on down and each sold weed
I saw the leader, and his name was Snap
Doodoo brown snow suit, suede FILA skull cap
I said: "Snap, mane, where are your boys? They played out"
He snapped his finger, every last one came out
I yelled "The streets ain't big enough for both of us
Somebody's goin' down, and I know that it's not us"
We blast, they had no choice, they ran
I grabbed three and burned them in the garbage can
Now they runnin' through the projects like a track star
I had him point blank range, but then he jumped in the car
He made a U turn, then he tried to run over me
I jumped on the windshield, he cut the wipers on me
He rolled through the forest, trees poppin' my face
He got out of the car, it was a different case
He fought pound for pound, then that nigga got clowned
Then all of a sudden, I heard a sound
It was a .38, it went off in his pocket
He died like Notre Dame and the bullet was a rocket
I got back in the car, blood drippin' from my deuce
I turned back and went to pick up my crew
We got the cars, and headed back to the base
I hugged my kids, with a smile on my face
I could barely stand up, I said "Peace and glory"
And believe me, this is based on a true story
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