Down By The River

Down by the river and the hanky panky
 My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
 And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside
 And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
 Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo'
 And I been up fo' 3 nights in a row
 Thinking 'bout them gold bullets out that passenger door
 Down by the river and the hanky panky
 My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
 And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside
 And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
 Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo'
 Gold bullet shells out the passenger door
 I just looked at my nigga like "dawg"
 See I was raised in the CMD streets
 All my friends was running through the rubber bands
 It was rough growing up in the East
 We was broke but now we do the money dance
 'Fore the iPhone I had a Tracfone
 The Lil Wayne song was the ringtone
 Can I tell you a lil' story from the heart one time
 'Cause you know it get dark sometimes
 See my big cous' used to sell cocaine
 He was so in love with the drug game
 Used to pull bitches at the car wash
 Used to bust traps at the Wawa
 You know homie stay with the ocho
 Young nigga running 'round loco
 But he say he tryna move out the hood soon
 Got a seed on the way, tryna get low but
 One day he forgot his gun
 Couple niggas went fast, asked what hood he was from
 Stood up, tried to run cause he knew what it was
 3 shots in his back left his face in the mud
 And I still remember when I got that call
 Tears in my eyes but he never said a word
 But my homies outside told me "hop in the ride"
 They got guns on they thighs (oh my)
 Oh my, I spy with my little eye
 Five niggas and they music on blast
 All ways flex so my niggas hit the gas
 Fucking blood bath when the truck rolled past
 Coolant in the street, dead bodies on the ave
 Heart beating fast but my niggas just laughed
 And we ran a red light, drove off in the night
 And I ain't ever been so scared in my life
 I remember it was...
 Down by the river and the hanky panky
 My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
 And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside
 And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
 Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo'
 And I been up fo' 3 nights in a row
 Thinking 'bout them gold bullets out that passenger door
 Down by the river and the hanky panky
 My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky
 And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside
 And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by
 Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no more
 Gold bullet shells out the passenger door
 I just looked at my nigga like "dawg, let me out"