Lyrics:

Down At The Best Spot **lf**its Me And Jd And They Sellin More Birds Than A Pet Shop **lf**the Spot''s Hot And Everybody Nervous **lf**that''s When The Blue Car Served Us **lf**oh Why Did Fools Had To Let Loose **lf**heard Six Pops From A Deuce Deuce **lf**big Tom Had To Push Us **lf**13 Niggaz Runnin Straight To The Bushes **lf**for They Gats So They Could Draw Down **lf**but Why A Motherfucker Like Me Had To Fall Down **lf**not Known Why I Dropped Out **lf**fuck It, Still Can''t Afford To Get Popped Out **lf**so Now I Gotta Jet **lf**only Ran One Block, But My Shirt Soakin Wet **lf**tryin To See If We Got Him **lf**looked Down At My Sweatshirt Red At The Bottom **lf**didn''t Panic But I Still Looked Cracked Out **lf**yelled To The Homies Then I Blacked Out **lf****lf**woke Up In The Back Of A Tray **lf**on My Way, To Mlk **lf**that The County Hospital Jack **lf**where Niggaz Die Over A Little Scratch **lf**still Sittin In The Trauma Center **lf**in My Back Is Where The Bullet Entered **lf**yo Nurse I''m Gettin Kind Of Warm **lf**bitch Still Made Me Fill Out The Fuckin Form **lf**coughin Up Blood On My Hands And Knees **lf**then I Heard ''freeze Nigger Don''t Move'' **lf**yo, I Didn''t Do A Thing **lf**didn''t Wanna Go Out Like My Man Rodney King **lf**still Got Gaffled **lf**internal Bleeding As The Bullet Starts To Travel **lf**now I''m Handcuffed **lf**being Asked Information On My Gang Affiliation **lf**i Don''t Bang, I Rock The Good Rhymes **lf**and I''m A Victim Of Neighborhood Crime **lf****lf**i Need To See A Md **lf**and Ya''ll Mothafuckers Giving Me The Third Degree **lf**look At The Waiting Room **lf**its Filled To The Rim Like The County Jail Day Room **lf**nobody Gettin Help **lf**since We Poor **lf**the Hospital Move Slow **lf**now I''m Layed Out **lf**people Steppin Over Me To Get Closer To The Tv **lf**just Like A Piece Of Dog Shit **lf**now Will I Die On This Nappy Ass Carpet **lf**one Hour Done Passed **lf**done Watched Two Episodes Of Mash **lf**and When I''m Almost Through **lf**they Call My Name And Put Me On Icu **lf**halfway Dead **lf**no Respect And Handcuffed To The Bed **lf**now The Trauma Starts **lf**cause The Bullet Must Be Just A Hair From My Heart **lf**so I Begin The Ass Kissin **lf**just To Get Looked At By An Overworked Physician **lf**got The Chills, But My Temperatures 103 **lf**only Got A Band-Aid And An Iv **lf**that''s When I Start Cussin **lf**police Steady Askin Me Who Did The Bustin **lf****lf**why Oh Why Can''t I Get Help **lf**cause I''m Black, I Gots To Go For Self **lf**too Many Black Bodies The Hospital Housin **lf**so At 10 P.m. I Was Audi 5000