It was a Saturday night and I had a show
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I'm in my dressing room with Bocco and some cats from the "Mo"
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And they was blazing up the weed to the lord Sher Khan
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It was a knock at the door "Are you ready god?"
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I'm on the side of the stage man the place is packed
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With dealas, feelas, niggaz, women, yea drugs and macks
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I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
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And just when I was about to play man it went this way
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A gun was shot up in the place man bu-buck buck buck
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I seen this cat by the bar gett stuck stuck stuck
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And other cats by the bar man pulled out their glocks
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And that's when the whole place had got like piping hot
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Man bitches screaming
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Niggaz screaming
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Bullets flying
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Bitches crying
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Niggaz fighting
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Bitches fighting
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It's kinda frightening
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And all this at a show
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Motherfuckers falling by the exit door
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Gotta let 'em go
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Gotta let them go
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Niggaz in here with a black four-four
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Fuck this damn rapping show
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Now its 'bout to pop
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Cause after that I think I heard like four shots
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And all I remember after that was seeing the light
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And security singing Nicky you goin' be all right
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I'm hella numb and getting cold cause there is no pain
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The bullets caught me as I was trying to get off the stage
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I think about my momma yea you know the lord Sher Khan
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And in the back of my mind I wish I had some bomb
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But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
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I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit
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Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods, sons of sons
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Show Gone Wrong
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| Andre Nickatina |
