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[Intro: (sample) Shyheim](Hurry hurry, step right up, see the phattest show in townFor only fifty cents...)Mmm, rest in peace Lil` Gil, still got youAnd everybody else that died in the partyIt`s so sad, you know? But we gotta face realityShit happens... deal with it[Shyheim]A black smoke, tinted out LexusSlowly pulled up to the back door of the club exitSure brolic niggaz got out first, brandish your weaponsI guess it was the check if the coast was clearShy hopped out, cell phone to his earWhoever he was talking to, had him laughingWe caught eye contact, as he was passingHe nodded his head, as if to say peaceHis man had a machine that looked like it made beatsI hurried up and paid my fifteen beansSeen Free, her ass was popping out her ass like squeeze meHeadin` to the bar for a double shot of that easy, to please meSlow on my mouth, now I`m baby sippingBig pimpin`, the DJ announced, show time in five minutesEverybody started rushin` in a rage, to get closer to the stageI grabbed the poster off the wall, for memoribilia"Up from the 36 Chambers!" Came blastin` out the speakerThe atmosphere was real dark, and all you seen was a lighter sparkThis girl next to me, screamed out, "that`s my heart"And his first words smokin`, was "Yo, in here smokin`?"Wild hands in the air, but ironically, he passed it to meSo I`m blowin`, now he flowin`, some shit that went like thisI drink ice water, and piss it out, my pistol`s outWitness how, he put the mic down on the groundAnd kept flowin`, acapella like a broadway playEverybody was quiet, cuz they wanted to hear what he had to sayBefore he could utter another bar, or all I saw was people scatteringThen I felt the pain, in my chest and abdomenAnd as I was fallin` to floor...my and Shyheim caught eye contact once more[Interlude: Shyheim]As the bullets is burning... I kept seeing my lifeflash in front of my face[Shyheim]Her mother gave birth, left her son in the hospitalCryin` in the incubator, course he won`t care years laterThings wasn`t that great, being the warden of the stateSo a drug slingin`, gun payin` nigga was his fateHe loved his game, put his pride in his flagNamed most unlikely to succeed in his classGot to get that cash, was his first prioritySo he robbed a man, first degree armed robberyShipped him to Aulburn, he worked in the armoryMade it second born, boys was at Port AuthorityThey smoked some weed, drunk a little liquorHe took off his shirt, and showed me, he got a little biggerScars on his back, from the wars he be inAsked him why it happen, he said, part I`ve been inGot the D.N.A., of the B.L.E., inside of himFuck a C.L.K., two AK`s, is better than him[Outro: Shyheim]Shouldn`t let the chicken heads with they legs spread openCook me.... runnin` wild in the crowd, buckwildIn the Isle, could be...You don`t think for yourself, and you follow the crowdIt could be... stay out of trouble my nigga

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