Show Gone Wrong

It was a Saturday night and I had a show

I'm in my dressing room with Bocco and some cats from the "Mo"

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 gett 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 door

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

And security 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 bomb

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