[Verse 1:]
Down at the best spot
It's me and JD, and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop,
The spot's hot,
And everybody nervous,
That's when the blue car served us.
Oh, why did fools have to let loose?
Heard six pops from a deuce-deuce,
Big Tom had to push us,
Thirteen niggas runnin' straight to the bushes
For they gats so they can draw down,
But why a mothafucka like me have to fall down?
Not knowin' why I dropped out,
Fuck it, still can't afford to get popped out,
So now I gotta jet,
Only ran one block, but my shirt is soakin' wet,
Tryna see if we got 'em,
Looked down, and my sweatshirt's red at the bottom,
Didn't panic but I still looked cracked out,
Yelled to the homies then I blacked out.
— Get up, man! Get up, man!
— C'mon, keep that nigga awake, man!
— C'mon, man! Get up, man, c'mon, man!
[Verse 2:]
Woke up in the back of a trey
On my way to MLK,
That's the county hospital, jack, ha,
Where niggas die over a little scratch!
Sittin' in the trauma center,
In my back is where the bullet entered,
«Yo, nurse, I'm gettin' kinda warm!»
Bitch still made me fill out the fuckin' form,
Coughin' up blood on my hands and knees.
Then I heard, «Freeze, nigger! Don't move!»
Yo, I didn't do a thing,
Don't wanna go out like my man Rodney King.
Still got gaffled,
Internal bleeding as the bullet starts to travel,
Now I'm handcuffed
Bein' asked information on my gang affiliation,
«I don't bang, I rock the good rhymes,
And I'm a victim of neighborhood crime!»
— Are you the only one who got shot? What kinda gun was he carrying? Do you know who it was?
— No, man, don't know who it was, man!
— Are you in a gang?
— Man, what does this matter, man? I'm shot!
[Verse 3:]
I need to see a M.D.,
And y'all mothafuckas givin' me the third degree?
Look at the waiting room,
It's filled to the rim like the county jail day room,
Nobody gettin' help,
Since we poor
The hospital, it moves slow.
Now I'm laid out,
People steppin' over me to get closer to the TV
Just like a piece of dog shit,
Now will I die on this nappy ass carpet?
One hour done passed,
Done watched two episodes of M*A*S*H,
And when I'm almost through,
They call my name and put me in ICU.
Halfway dead,
No respect and handcuffed to the bed,
Now the drama starts,
‘Cause the bullet must be just a hair from my heart,
Then I begin the ass kissin'
Just to get looked at by a overworked physician.
Had the chills, but my temperature's 103,
Only got a band-aid and a IV,
That's when I start cussin',
Police steady askin' me who did the bustin'.
— What did you get shot with?
— Twenty-two!
— Who shot you?
— I dunno who shot me!
— Was it gangbangers?
— Had to be!
Why, oh, why, can't I get help?
‘Cause I'm black, I gots to go for self,
Too many black bodies the hospital housin',
So at 10 P.M., I was Audi 5000.