Everyday Gun Play

[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 [?]
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