Lyrics Father – 2 Dead, 6 Wounded
Text:
Intro:
The mayhem at this housing project made no more sense than any of the other shootings, a Father’s Day party boiled over. Five shot, including a one-year-old girl, gunned down in a weekend of violence so typical, it didn’t even make the front page
Verse 1:
Two dead, six wounded
Why you claimin’ Buddhist?
Just a second ago, hollerin’ out «let’s do this!»
Oh my crew this, oh my crew that
But according to these bitches boy you Judas
Last time I check you ain’t even have no bullets
So don’t be comin’ around talkin’ ’bout your shootas
Cause I’ve been drinkin’, I’ve been drinkin’, I’ve been drinkin’
That makes me a little bit more likely to make some brash decisions
Oh you thought you were gonna walk up to me at this party and pull out your ass to kiss it?
Ay yo somebody pass Bacardi, I need to concentrate on this last incision
Hook:
Two dead, six wounded
That’s what you get for not rolling as a unit
Boy I got it humid (I got it hot)
Bouldercrest all the way to Euclid
Two dead, six wounded
That’s what you get for not rolling as a unit
Boy I got it humid (I got it hot)
Bouldercrest all the way to Euclid
Verse 2:
Left your baby in the whip, now he burnt up
Cause the block is so damn hot, yeah it’s turnt up
«We shoulda listened to the boy when he warned us
Now we sittin’ in here sad at the coroner’s»
Tears, got it rainin’. pourin’
Look out for them blue streaks, I’m talkin’ Martin Lawrence
Two dead, six wounded
Car shot up, goddam
Shit all fucked up
But I didn’t lose no sleep cause I got insurance
Hook:
Two dead, six wounded
That’s what you get for not rolling as a unit
Boy I got it humid (I got it hot)
Bouldercrest all the way to Euclid
Two dead, six wounded
That’s what you get for not rolling as a unit
Boy I got it humid (I got it hot)
Bouldercrest all the way to Euclid
