I told ya`ll mothaf**kas I was comin` back
(Oh s**t)
What now ni**a, what now?
(What are you doin`?)
What?
Proof, the projects, ni**a

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music`s off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody`s lickin` shots off

Security`s gone I`m dropped in the club
And I`m tryna run and get my muthaf**kin` gun
(Ni**a, what about your wife?)
Ni**a f**k my wife, I`m tryin` ta run and save my muthaf**kin` life
Oh s**t, the shooter`s comin`

Bitches hollerin`, ni**as runnin`, people shot all over the floor
And I`m tryin` ta make it to the St. Andrew`s door
That`s the sound of the glock
Even DJ House f**ked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don`t see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

(Kuniva you awright)
These ni**as is trippin`
(Where`s Bizarre at?)
I`m tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin` everywhere and ni**as is wildin`
Two minutes ago we was all jokin` and smilin`

This chick is clingin` onto me sobbin` and sighin`
Sayin` she didn`t mean to diss me earlier and she cryin`
But it`s real and it`s on and cats is gettin` killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she`s yellin`
(Don`t leave me)

I told her I`d be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38, I hope it`s not too late

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music`s off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody`s lickin` shots off

(I been tryna call you all day, mothaf**ka, where you at?)
I`m on seven mile, what the f**k was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat ni**a and my tire flat
And I just hit a pole, them ni**as some hoes

(Is you hit?)
I don`t know but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(S**t, that`s the clique we beefin` wit)
Man and I was on my way there

Believe me I`m leavin` a caucus today
I`ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I`m in the mood to strut, my AK ain`t even tucked
I`ma meet you at the club, we gon` f**k these hoes up

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music`s off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody`s lickin` shots off

I never seen no s**t like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin` outside the door waitin` in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform

The fire marshalls know, the venue`s too small
People are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans
And some c**-wad from out the parkin` lot
Gets in an argument over a parkin` spot
Decides to pull his gun out and let`s a few of `em off

Missed who he`s aimin` for six feet away`s the door
Into St. Andrew`s hall, now the strays flyin` all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face, another one of `em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off

I`m posted up at the bar havin` a mazel tov
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank God I`m alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where the f**k is Von, he usually tucks one on him

Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
No, I guess not, what the f**k, oh my God it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin` ass, I think he left his wife

There she is on the ground bein` trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand but I can`t pull her
Goddamn, there just went another damn bullet, I`m hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, it`s too thin
If I get hit again I can`t do it, I scoop deep
Follow Bizarre`s path ran through it

And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin` it out
But I can`t see who he`s shootin` it out with
But Denaun`s right behind him squeezin` his four fifth

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music`s off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody`s lickin` shots off

It`s Friday night came to this bitch, right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain`t come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can`t stay here to fight `cuz I`m poppin` ni**as tonight

That`s right bitches I`m drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so it`s clear that the schmuck that
Shot out the back of his truck is up in this mothaf**ka

So one shot for the money, two`s to stop the show
Third`s for the bartender
(There`s plenty of shots to go)
(I just wanna know who`s drivin` a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots
This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music`s off
Party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody`s lickin` shots off