It was a Saturday night and I had a show

I'm in my dressing room with Bocco and some cats
from the (?)

And they was blazing up the weed to the lord Sher
Khan

It was a knock at the door Are you ready god?

I'm on the side of the stage man the place is
packed

With dealas, feelas, niggaz, women, yea drugs and
macks

I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier

And just when I was about to play man it went
this way

A gun was shot up in the place man bu-buck buck
buck

I seen this cat by the bar gettin' stuck stuck
stuck

And other cats by the bar man pulled out their
glocks

And that's when the whole place had got like
piping hot

Man bitches screaming

Niggaz screaming

Bullets flying

Bitches crying

Niggaz fighting

Bitches fighting

It's kinda frightening

And all this at a show

Motherfuckers falling by the exit though

Gotta let 'em go

Gotta let them go

Niggaz in here with a black four-four

Fuck this damn rapping show

Now its 'bout to pop

Cause after that I think I heard like four shots

And all I remember after that was seeing the
light

Insecurity singing Nicky you goin' be all right

I'm hella numb and getting cold cause there is no
pain

The bullets caught me as I was trying to get off
the stage

I think about my momma yea you know the lord Sher
Khan

And in the back of my mind I wish I had some (?)

But yea homey macaroni-o this is it

I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit

Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods,
sons of sons