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Sneak up in the club with the strap in my pants/
So when I say I started clapping I ain't clappin with hands/
Shawty do you got a man? And do you happen to dance/
Get on my lap and go to work I ain't askin againnnnn/
The same night I ended up smashin her friend/
Kicked her out the door and told her call a cab if you can/
That very moment that's where all the action began/
She made a call and niggas came up out the back of a van/
Damn, I said word to me niggas ain't gonna murder me/
you heard of me, this Heater will leave ya burns of the third degree/
Send you to the nursery, stitch you up give you surgery/
A minute later niggas came screaming this is a burglary/
Shawty set me up, either way they can't fuck with us/
I still was moving slow from the club, I sipped a double cup/
Blurry vision, head jumping like playing double Dutch/
Shit I'm boutta die all I was tryna do was bust a nut/
they put they glocks up/
I had my .9 tucked/
He went to shoot but his homie told him do not bust/
See if he got stuff/
this fucked up my trust/
Kept asking me shit, I ain't answer he told me times up/
 
I was outnumbered 3 to one/
I told em shoot the hands one on one we don't need the guns/
He laughed then he cocked it back, aimed at my dodgers hat/
He had the 30 clip with the hollow tips on top of that/
I ran up stairs hella quick, one sprayed the Mac/
I look in amazement my bro came down and spray his back/
I had a split second so I had to raise the strap/
One nigga came upstairs, where I was prayin at/
They all came they was waiting on the stair case/
Me and bro dipped in the room I was scared straight/
Closed the door and I said we gotta make a plan/
Escape out the window real quiet then we'll take his van/
These niggas knockin, we running low on options/
I heard a sound, they was shooting like chandler parsons/
I told him we gotta lay low, go and close the lights/
They won't see us and we can attack em like a poltergeist/
Before I could do it two busted in, hands up/
Aimed at my neck, he popped it, his weapon jammed up/
No time to waste I aimed it up and then I shot his face/
Made sure they can't save em even if doctors operate/
 
The other nigga shot, I felt some shit graze me/
Didn't let it phase me cus I was still off the lazy/
Already knew we could take em down, now the numbers evened up/
Radiation in the air my nigga let the heater bust/
The other nigga came in, he had a machine/
I pinched my self to see if this shit was a passionate dream/
Rolled under the mattress picked up the gat with the beam/
Bullets flying but this shit wasn't as bad as it seems/
Niggas ain't coming it my crib hittin licks/
I let it rip he let it rip, I yell out Brodie I'm hit/
Blood drips, but I still got a couple left in the clip/
his weapon spit, hit my nigga I tried to get up but tripped/
Off the shits, but I'm not gonna let em win/
Head spinning off medicine, drowsy off the excedrins/
When it comes to wartime my niggas is some veterans/
Let off all the clip and it pierced through his skeleton/
Two Niggas down now there's one to go/
But I can't even see him I look around where'd he fuckin go/
I look outside and this niggas van is leavin/
No time to shoot it down now me and my mans is leakin/
I was still mad he got away/
I told bro we gotta find em he told me not today/
We both bleeding he told me Brodie please remember me/
I said watchu mean? A week later we saying rest in peace/
Fuck

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