Gunshot

the world.

It was the night before New Year's and all through the fucking projects Not a handgun was silenced, not even a tech Outsiders were stuck, but enemies were put fair And blasted on the spot before the pigs were dead You know hoods rob and snipe and slew in sight Fuck blue and white, they escape before them flash the fucking lights Gunshots, shatter, first floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Weather broke, calisthenics, any style you set it These niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But I ain't on the side, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your 52 hand blocks is useless.

Link is snatched off next.

Scars on throats.