[Verse 1: Havoc]

Goddamn my son just got hit

Time to bounce out of north click

And come home to the same old bullshit

Call the emergency room then I assume

Prepare for the worst, looked, to see a full moon

"Hello? Did you recieve, a young black male?"

I waited, she said "no doubt, he won't make it"

I paused, try to face it

A tear jerked, doin' the buck

95 North, 200 miles from New York

First reaction, called up son, what happened?

I was in my bed, when I heard niggas clappin'

Peeked out the window, saw a black coupe merk off

It was the Lex, at the time I wasn't sure

Police lights, yellow tape, ambulances

Homicide Ds state, my district took no chances

'Till I saw his moms, with mad blood in her arms

Tried to stay calm, looked down, it was the don

Shook my head, my motherfuckin' main man's dead

That was my heart, my motherfuckin' man 'till the end

Yo, I said "Hans, you know the deal just chill"

When you get my page, meet me on the hill

1 L, Called up P, "Some bad news

They just bodied don, inform the whole crew"

Finally in New York, schoolhalls met up with P

Hit the lab, gave niggas third degree

(Get the knowledge?) Suspicious niggas up in Hollis

There don clicked brick, I think he used to cop that Chronic

By the way I think don bone killed lady

Ever since, shit was tense, and mad shady

He must've find out, set son up for the kill

Hit him with a offer - a too good to be - true deal

It made sense, don was on point, probably bent

Made a connect, hung up the phone, left the tec

Strike back, that was my man so fuck that

In the Tahoe, black mask, on the low

Doin' 95, sunrise they gotta go

Let the heat blow, no words, just let 'em know

Came to a corner, pull up son, there go a Lex

The shit is black, on top of that I think that's it

One in the back, two in the front, fuck it

Take aim, grab the gat, then buck it

I don't know kid

[Hook: [?]]

Every night, every day

All I hear is mad gun play

I think I'm losing my mind

Every night, every day

All I hear is mad gun play

I think I'm losing my mind

[Verse 2: Prodigy]

It was a quarter to two, Saturday afternoon

Me and my blood Stobo on the avenue

Jamaica Avenue, plannin' to stick a few

Niggas cop a jew, say what we gonna do

Slide up in the coliseum on some humbly

We got connects, our family works security

He put us on to the undercover jakes [did?]

A lady copper, [red?], a Spanish kid with blonde hair

And oh yeah, a white kid buyin' diamonds

He one-timin', throwin' niggs off cause he's shining

Everyone else is a vic, take your pick

Still a few niggas find just the right one to stick

Son, I got him, he just bought a 4G necklace

He had it on layaway, it's lame when he need a place

Catch him in the parking lot, do jux on the rooftop

Oh hold up, he just made a pit stop, at food court

We pause for a second, kick it with my man a few

The kid don't catch on to what we plan to do

He finished eating as he rose up the escalator

Told my man "peace and love, yeah yeah, much later"

We got some shit to attend to

Let's not forget what we came to do

By the way I want his ring too

Minutes later, on the first level

He stopped to talk to some chick

Fuck that, it's time to meet the Devil

We followed him, shook hands, then took a cute picture

Now picture this, Stobo walked in and slapped the nigga

"Yo, that's my bitch, nigga, whatdup yo"

We grabbed him up, threw him in the back room

Where they be doing all that shit

Dug out his pockets, grabbed his ring and his chain too

Handcuffed his wrist to his ankle

Then jetted to the dance school

And layed low for a few

[Hook: [?], fading out]

Every night, every day

All I hear is mad gun play

I think I'm losing my mind