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 po 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 rum 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 --- Show Gone Wrong - Andre Nickatina