He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt
So I swung and hit the nikka in his mouth
He was goin' down we figured
But this wasn't no ordinary nikka
He stood about six or seven feet
Now that's the nikka I'd be seein' in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Droppin' them motherfukkin' B's on him
The more I swung, the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween
It was dark as fukk on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punchin' on the concrete
Goddamn, homie!
My mind is playin' tricks on me