[Verse 1: Havoc]
Goddamn my son just got hit
Time to bounce out of north click
And come home to the same old bullshit
Call the emergency room then I assume
Prepare for the worst, looked, to see a full moon
"Hello? Did you recieve, a young black male?"
I waited, she said "no doubt, he won't make it"
I paused, try to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed, when I heard niggas clappin'
Peeked out the window, saw a black coupe merk off
It was the Lex, at the time I wasn't sure
Police lights, yellow tape, ambulances
Homicide Ds state, my district took no chances
'Till I saw his moms, with mad blood in her arms
Tried to stay calm, looked down, it was the don
Shook my head, my motherfuckin' main man's dead
That was my heart, my motherfuckin' man 'till the end
Yo, I said "Hans, you know the deal just chill"
When you get my page, meet me on the hill
1 L, Called up P, "Some bad news
They just bodied don, inform the whole crew"
Finally in New York, schoolhalls met up with P
Hit the lab, gave niggas third degree
(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in Hollis
There don clicked brick, I think he used to cop that Chronic
By the way I think don bone killed lady
Ever since, shit was tense, and mad shady
He must've find out, set son up for the kill
Hit him with a offer - a too good to be - true deal
It made sense, don was on point, probably bent
Made a connect, hung up the phone, left the tec
Strike back, that was my man so fuck that
In the Tahoe, black mask, on the low
Doin' 95, sunrise they gotta go
Let the heat blow, no words, just let 'em know
Came to a corner, pull up son, there go a Lex
The shit is black, on top of that I think that's it
One in the back, two in the front, fuck it
Take aim, grab the gat, then buck it
I don't know kid
Goddamn my son just got hit
Time to bounce out of north click
And come home to the same old bullshit
Call the emergency room then I assume
Prepare for the worst, looked, to see a full moon
"Hello? Did you recieve, a young black male?"
I waited, she said "no doubt, he won't make it"
I paused, try to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed, when I heard niggas clappin'
Peeked out the window, saw a black coupe merk off
It was the Lex, at the time I wasn't sure
Police lights, yellow tape, ambulances
Homicide Ds state, my district took no chances
'Till I saw his moms, with mad blood in her arms
Tried to stay calm, looked down, it was the don
Shook my head, my motherfuckin' main man's dead
That was my heart, my motherfuckin' man 'till the end
Yo, I said "Hans, you know the deal just chill"
When you get my page, meet me on the hill
1 L, Called up P, "Some bad news
They just bodied don, inform the whole crew"
Finally in New York, schoolhalls met up with P
Hit the lab, gave niggas third degree
(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in Hollis
There don clicked brick, I think he used to cop that Chronic
By the way I think don bone killed lady
Ever since, shit was tense, and mad shady
He must've find out, set son up for the kill
Hit him with a offer - a too good to be - true deal
It made sense, don was on point, probably bent
Made a connect, hung up the phone, left the tec
Strike back, that was my man so fuck that
In the Tahoe, black mask, on the low
Doin' 95, sunrise they gotta go
Let the heat blow, no words, just let 'em know
Came to a corner, pull up son, there go a Lex
The shit is black, on top of that I think that's it
One in the back, two in the front, fuck it
Take aim, grab the gat, then buck it
I don't know kid
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