One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots, this is when the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's niggas shot drunk. When security's gone, I'm trapped in the club, and I'm tryna run and get my motherfuckin' gun. Nigga, what about your wife? Nigga, fuck my wife. I'm tryna run and save my motherfuckin' life, oh shit, the shooter's coming, bitches hollering, niggas running, people shot all over the floor, and I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door. Dr. Simon the Glock, even DJ House who fucked around and got shot, I done messed around and forgot my tech, I don't see nobody but 5'5 and X. Canava, you alright? These niggas is trippin'. Whisp is alright? I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at, bitches screamin' everywhere and niggas is wildin'. Two minutes ago, we was all jokin' and smilin', this chick is clinging on to me, sobbin' and sighin', said she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she tryin', but it's real and it's on and cash is gettin' pilled, so I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and, she got hit and now she's yellin'. 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 when the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's niggas shot gone. I've been tryna call you all day, motherfucker, where you at? I'm on 7 Mile, what the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back. What, with that car? With a gat, nigga, and my tire flat, and I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes. Is you hit? I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove, it was a black Mitsubishi with... Shit, that's the click, click, beep from where? Man! I swear! And I was on my way there, believe me, I'm leavin' the car cause today, and 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' fuck these hoes up. One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots, this is when the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops, everybody hit the door, somebody's niggas shot gone. I've never seen no shit like this in my life before, people are still camped out from the night before, sleeping outside the door, waiting in lines still tryna get inside the club, the CD12 performed, the fire marshals know, the venue's too small, people are wall to wall, three thousand and some odd fans or some come wide from out the parking lot, gets in an argument over a parking spot, decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of em off, missed who he's aiming for, six feet away's the door into St. Andrew's Hall, not a stray splat all over the place, grazed 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, having a mazel tov, bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off, thank god I'm alive, I gotta find a nine, and where the fuck is Vaughn, he usually tucks one on him, wait a minute, I think I just saw a bizarre Nargis now, what the fuck, oh my god, it was him, never saw him run so fast in my life, look at him hauling ass, I think he left his wife, there she is on the ground being trampled, I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can't pull her, god damn, did this one 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 D, 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, shooting it out, but I can't see who he's shooting it out with, putting the Nugs right behind him, squeezing his poor bitch, one shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops, bodies dropped at the floor, music's off, party stops, everybody at the door, somebody's making shots, this is a Friday night, came to this bitch right, big ass on my left hand, desert eagle on my right, I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight, although I can't sit here to fight, cause I'm popping niggas tonight, that's right bitches, I'm drunk for revenge, shot a boss from the neck, for trying to check when I get in, Swift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the smug that shot off the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker, one shot for the money, two is to stop the show, he's thirsty for the bartender, I just wanna know who's driving the black missile, who tried to run, so please shot him in the knee with a three piece, one shot, two shots, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots, this is when the fun stops, bodies wrapped at the floor, music's off, party stops, everybody at the door, somebody's making shots off.