Shyheim - His.Story lyrics

[Intro: (sample) Shyheim] (Hurry hurry, step right up, see the phattest show in town For only fifty cents...) Mmm, rest in peace Lil' Gil, still got you And everybody else that died in the party It's so sad, you know? But we gotta face reality sh** happens... deal with it [Shyheim] A black smoke, tinted out Lexus Slowly pulled up to the back door of the club exit Sure brolic n***as got out first, brandish your weapons I guess it was the check if the coast was clear Shy hopped out, cell phone to his ear Whoever he was talking to, had him laughing We caught eye contact, as he was pa**ing He nodded his head, as if to say peace His man had a machine that looked like it made beats I hurried up and paid my fifteen beans Seen Free, her a** was popping out her a** like squeeze me Headin' to the bar for a double shot of that easy, to please me Slow on my mouth, now I'm baby sipping Big pimpin', the DJ announced, show time in five minutes Everybody started rushin' in a rage, to get closer to the stage I grabbed the poster off the wall, for memoribilia "Up from the 36 Chambers!" Came blastin' out the speaker The atmosphere was real dark, and all you seen was a lighter spark This girl next to me, screamed out, "that's my heart" And his first words smokin', was "Yo, in here smokin'?" Wild hands in the air, but ironically, he pa**ed it to me So I'm blowin', now he flowin', some sh** that went like this I drink ice water, and piss it out, my pistol's out Witness how, he put the mic down on the ground And kept flowin', acapella like a broadway play Everybody was quiet, cuz they wanted to hear what he had to say Before he could utter another bar, or all I saw was people scattering Then I felt the pain, in my chest and abdomen And as I was fallin' to floor... My and Shyheim caught eye contact once more [Interlude: Shyheim] As the bullets is burning... I kept seeing my life Flash in front of my face [Shyheim] Her mother gave birth, left her son in the hospital Cryin' in the incubator, course he won't care years later Things wasn't that great, being the warden of the state So a drug slingin', gun payin' n***a was his fate He loved his game, put his pride in his flag Named most unlikely to succeed in his cla** Got to get that cash, was his first priority So he robbed a man, first degree armed robbery Shipped him to Aulburn, he worked in the armory Made it second born, boys was at Port Authority They smoked some weed, drunk a little liquor He took off his shirt, and showed me, he got a little bigger Scars on his back, from the wars he be in Asked him why it happen, he said, part I've been in Got the D.N.A., of the B.L.E., inside of him f** a C.L.K., two AK's, is better than him [Outro: Shyheim] Shouldn't let the chicken heads with they legs spread open Cook me.... runnin' wild in the crowd, buckwild In the Isle, could be... You don't think for yourself, and you follow the crowd It could be... stay out of trouble my n***a