[Intro: (sample) Shyheim]
(Hurry hurry, step right up, see the phattest show in town
For only fifty cents...)
Mmm, rest in peace Lil' Gil, still got you
And everybody else that died in the party
It's so sad, you know? But we gotta face reality
Shit happens... deal with it
[Shyheim]
A black smoke, tinted out Lexus
Slowly pulled up to the back door of the club exit
Sure brolic niggas got out first, brandish your weapons
I guess it was the check if the coast was clear
Shy hopped out, cell phone to his ear
Whoever he was talking to, had him laughing
We caught eye contact, as he was passing
He nodded his head, as if to say peace
His man had a machine that looked like it made beats
I hurried up and paid my fifteen beans
Seen Free, her ass was popping out her ass like squeeze me
Headin' to the bar for a double shot of that easy, to please me
Slow on my mouth, now I'm baby sipping
Big pimpin', the DJ announced, show time in five minutes
Everybody started rushin' in a rage, to get closer to the stage
I grabbed the poster off the wall, for memoribilia
"Up from the 36 Chambers!" Came blastin' out the speaker
The atmosphere was real dark, and all you seen was a lighter spark
This girl next to me, screamed out, "that's my heart"
And his first words smokin', was "Yo, in here smokin'?"
Wild hands in the air, but ironically, he passed it to me
So I'm blowin', now he flowin', some shit that went like this
I drink ice water, and piss it out, my pistol's out
Witness how, he put the mic down on the ground
And kept flowin', acapella like a broadway play
Everybody was quiet, cuz they wanted to hear what he had to say
Before he could utter another bar, or all I saw was people scattering
Then I felt the pain, in my chest and abdomen
And as I was fallin' to floor...
My and Shyheim caught eye contact once more
(Hurry hurry, step right up, see the phattest show in town
For only fifty cents...)
Mmm, rest in peace Lil' Gil, still got you
And everybody else that died in the party
It's so sad, you know? But we gotta face reality
Shit happens... deal with it
[Shyheim]
A black smoke, tinted out Lexus
Slowly pulled up to the back door of the club exit
Sure brolic niggas got out first, brandish your weapons
I guess it was the check if the coast was clear
Shy hopped out, cell phone to his ear
Whoever he was talking to, had him laughing
We caught eye contact, as he was passing
He nodded his head, as if to say peace
His man had a machine that looked like it made beats
I hurried up and paid my fifteen beans
Seen Free, her ass was popping out her ass like squeeze me
Headin' to the bar for a double shot of that easy, to please me
Slow on my mouth, now I'm baby sipping
Big pimpin', the DJ announced, show time in five minutes
Everybody started rushin' in a rage, to get closer to the stage
I grabbed the poster off the wall, for memoribilia
"Up from the 36 Chambers!" Came blastin' out the speaker
The atmosphere was real dark, and all you seen was a lighter spark
This girl next to me, screamed out, "that's my heart"
And his first words smokin', was "Yo, in here smokin'?"
Wild hands in the air, but ironically, he passed it to me
So I'm blowin', now he flowin', some shit that went like this
I drink ice water, and piss it out, my pistol's out
Witness how, he put the mic down on the ground
And kept flowin', acapella like a broadway play
Everybody was quiet, cuz they wanted to hear what he had to say
Before he could utter another bar, or all I saw was people scattering
Then I felt the pain, in my chest and abdomen
And as I was fallin' to floor...
My and Shyheim caught eye contact once more
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