Proof, the projects, nigga
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
And she got hit now she's yellin'
It was a black Mitsubishi
And I'm tryin' ta make it to the St. Andrew's door
(Kuniva you awright)
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
The fire marshalls know, the venue's too small
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
Swift told me to meet him here so it's clear that the schmuck that
(Is you hit?)
Believe me I'm leavin' a caucus today
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can't pull her
(Don't leave me)
I never seen no shit like this is my life before
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
(With they car?)
This chick is clingin' onto me sobbin' and sighin'
I ran and got my 38, I hope it's not too late
No, I guess not, what the fuck, oh my God it was
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
(Nigga, what about your wife?)
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
I don't know but I can tell you what they drove
Security's gone I'm dropped in the club
Missed who he's aimin' for six feet away's the door
Two minutes ago we was all jokin' and smilin'
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex
Bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'
I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
My vest is barely able to handle it, it's too thin
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
I never saw him run so fast in my life
(There's plenty of shots to go)
Man and I was on my way there
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I'm hit
That's the sound of the glock
What?
It's Friday night came to this bitch, right
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes
Bitches hollerin', niggas runnin', people shot all over the floor
Nigga fuck my wife, I'm tryin' ta run and save my muthafuckin' life
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin' it out
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece
And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up at the bar havin' a mazel tov
Into St. Andrew's hall, now the strays flyin' all over the place
(I been tryna call you all day, mothafucka, where you at?)
Sayin' she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin'
I done messed around and forgot my tec
(Shit, that's the clique we beefin' wit)
(I just wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi)
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin' killed
I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop deep
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
Follow Bizarre's path ran through it
Sleepin' outside the door waitin' in line
Although I can't stay here to fight 'cuz I'm poppin' niggas tonight
That's right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
What now nigga, what now?
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
With a gat nigga and my tire flat
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothafucka
And some cum-wad from out the parkin' lot
And where the fuck is Von, he usually tucks one on him
Decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
There she is on the ground bein' trampled
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin' his four fifth
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's lickin' shots off
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off
Gets in an argument over a parkin' spot
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
And I'm tryna run and get my muthafuckin' gun
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
(What are you doin'?)
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
Damn somebody hit me from the back
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked
But I can't see who he's shootin' it out with
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of 'em came through the wall
People are still camped out from the night before
I'm on seven mile, what the fuck was that
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
Third's for the bartender
So one shot for the money, two's to stop the show
