July The 4th - Andre Nickatina

How should I start?

I’m so confused

By now I’m sure you heard the news

Cats I got workin' on the block

Got a plot for me to stop

In my heart, I can’t even say they wrong

Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song

I done seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit

Gotta to go and bring Jesus in they life

Counterfeit to the pulpit

But anyway

I’m so loved and hated 'round the community

My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me

I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed

Where you live, I might freeze

Gotta get this cheese

Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers

And slappin' five with a player

Man, like I’m they nigga

I paged Nickatina, he didn’t call me back

He must be on tour, but I’m not sure

But once again, it’s July the 4th

And once again

God I’m goin' to war, for sure

«There's gonna be fighting

And somebody’s gonna get hurt, that’s for sure»

… «And everything we worked for will be wiped out

And I don’t think we can let that happen

I mean that makes sense»

Man I taught these cats how to move this coke

Taught these cats about the weed they smoke

Took they mind from bein' broke

Now they wanna have me smoked?

My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?'

I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends

She said, nigga please

Them muthafuckas is ya enemies

Baby I love you but I gots ta leave

Because you don’t sleep

Some nights man, you don’t even eat

Smokin' weed, nigga

Runnin' the streets

But check it, I don’t complain

I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain

It’s like razors just to hear her name

Put that on double Glocks

The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock

Even the rain won’t stop the plot

Got a page from Nickatina

But right when I was 'bout to call him back

My windshield had suddenly cracked

From the impact

Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body

I can recognize the shooter

It was little Shotty

And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name

He tryna' to take a cat out the game

Yo, I’m full of blood (?)

You know bullets give you hot love

I go in shock from the heat of the slug

I think I’m 'bout to die

This is my last time to testify

And after that there was no reply

Put that on double Glocks (Shit)

«What did you say your name was again?»

«I didn’t»