The Rain

[Intro: Liz Rodrigues] One... Two... Three... Four... [Hook] Waiting for the rain Mirror in the hallway, no reflection I think I've gone insane Letters on the wall give me direction [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] It's Friday night, I'm just sittin at home.. In the zone with the TV on Lookin at Beyonce with some sexy shit on Thinkin Jay better be hittin that shit right, holmes Oooooh~!! Nigga, I would -- {*phone rings*} Phone ring Interupt me from my dream, it's my nigga Naseem ("Ah shit, wassup my nigga?") On the other end like ("Dude, what it do? It's ya b-day nigga, we got partyin to do!") Nah, I'mma chill at the crib, take it slow Bust a bitch here, it really ain't nowhere to go ("Hell no! You remember them bitches from the show?") - Naw ("And two bad bitches I met at the club dancin?") - Aight ("Called me up, talkin 'bout some party at her mansion") Homie, it's rainin, I ain't trippin off that ("Well nigga I am, that white bitch ass was fat Fuck that, we rollin, be there in thirty, holla back!") [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] Wait a minute.. I hear a horn beep, it's Naseem in the driveway ("Here I come, man!") And a voice sayin, "Bishop don't go, stay" I brushed it off, hopped in, we slowly drove away Tryna joke and shit, but the feeling won't go away It's like I'm heavy in a cloud of dread I'm lifeless, numb like I'm already dead I turn the music up, flirt with the bitches in back ("Yo wassup?") Yeah they pretty, feelin giddy off of purple kush sack Forty minutes later, I'm like, "Where the fuck we at?" Out in the middle of nowhere, the roads is pitch black Finally we passed thru some creepy ass gates Up a tall winding hill to a plush ass estate Arrive inside, not too packed but it's poppin Had a few drinks, bitches already jockin Macked a cute freak, it's goin down for sure Then the music go out, they pull out a Ouija board - What the fuck? [Hook] [Verse 3: Bishop Lamont] Yeah, they on some weird shit ("What the fuck are these weirdos doin, man?") I just sit back and watch Said they tryna summon Kurt Cobain and 2Pac I ain't witht hat Satan shit, this is where it stops Grab they keys, "Naseem nigga, it's back to the block" ("Fuck that!") Baby like, "Naw don't freak, it's just a game We did this last time, it's the same ol' thang" ("Shit") She grabbed me by the arms, pulled me back on the couch Got that feeling like, "Leave nigga, you need to get out!" While I think, another drink, even hit some weed Watch they hands cross the boards start to glide slowly They ask, "Who's with us?" It slides towards P -- then A -- and C Weed got me stuck {*coughs*}, I don't believe what I see It starts movin fast, it spells M-O-B They ask, "Who killed you?" Then it just freeze And flies off the board, a voice screamed, "SUGE SHOT ME" They laugh and turn the lights up But I don't find it funny, that shit was fucked up I hops out my seat, I'm ready to leave But my head starts swirlin and my nose begin to bleed ("Aw..shit!") I can't stand, I stagger, almost fall Naseem catch me, walk me to the bathroom down the hall A shadow rushes for me, I pass out in the stall Wake up, blood on the floor, it's on the walls Glock in my hand, it's a bloody ass scene Ev'rybody dead and my nigga Naseem Out the window, flashing lights to the sirens Forget I gripped the Glock, run out, they open fire ("Drop the weapon! Freeze! FREEZE!") {*gunshots*} [Hook]