Long Live 83rd Al-D

[Intro 1: Woman, Man 1, Man 2]
"Can we have one night where there ain't no fight ’n' nobody get shot?"
"Shut up bitch."
"Bitch, I will fuck you up."
"Who you call a bitch?"
"Yeah motherfucka! Let's get that bitch ass. I will fuck you right there."
"Bitch."
"Fuck you."
[?]
"[?] sucka."
[?]

[Intro 1: Woman, Man 3, Man 4]
"Harris always tryna start some shit. Nigga can’t fight so he always tryna find some excuse to shoot somebody."
"That's why fools be gettin' shot all the time. Tryna show how hard they is, ignorant."
"Ah, fool, shut up. You be doin' that shit too."
"Hehe, I know."
"Heh, haha."
"Yeah."

[Verse 1]
I'm down for my hood, so don't ask why I bang
A true black brother, insane in my brain
They say G's in H-town is just imitation
But this is one brother through true initiation
I buried my school books for nine 'n’ a rag
Now I live by my flag and let the [?] sag
And yo, I’m livin', just like a feelin’
Buried in hell
[?] fill that ass full o' hot shells
I [?] none, creepin' wit a shotgun
Rolled down the window
Pop, pop, I got one
Then two, three, and four
I loaded up the shells, and broke out the back door
I found a sucka layin' on the concrete
I shoved the shotgun barrel straight through his teeth
Then pulled the trigger
And watch his head scatter
He’s gettin' done on the 83rd street platter
And that's the mission for my niggas layin' dead on the curb
Long live 83rd