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