Show Gone Wrong

It was a Saturday night and I had a show
 I'm in my dressing room with Bocco and some cats from the (?)
 And they was blazing up the weed to the lord Sher Khan
 It was a knock at the door "Are you ready god?"
 I'm on the side of the stage man the place is packed
 With dealas, feelas, niggaz, women, yea drugs and macks
 I hit the mike like a bottle of Courvoisier
 And just when I was about to play man it went this way
 A gun was shot up in the place man bu-buck buck buck
 I seen this cat by the bar gettin' stuck stuck stuck
 And other cats by the bar man pulled out their glocks
 And that's when the whole place had got like piping hot
 Man bitches screaming
 Niggaz screaming
 Bullets flying
 Bitches crying
 Niggaz fighting
 Bitches fighting
 It's kinda frightening
 And all this at a show
 Motherfuckers falling by the exit though
 Gotta let 'em go
 Gotta let them go
 Niggaz in here with a black four-four
 Fuck this damn rapping show
 Now its 'bout to pop
 Cause after that I think I heard like four shots
 And all I remember after that was seeing the light
 Insecurity singing Nicky you goin' be all right
 I'm hella numb and getting cold cause there is no pain
 The bullets caught me as I was trying to get off the stage
 I think about my momma yea you know the lord Sher Khan
 And in the back of my mind I wish I had some (?)
 But yea homey macaroni-o this is it
 I think this is the last rap I'm bout to spit
 Kings of kings, lords of lords, gods of gods, sons of sons