See him laying there, on the concrete.
Listen hard enough, you can hear his heart beat.
His arms spread out, let the crowd back.
Stand back nigga, don't get your head bust. (x3)
[Verse 1: Shark City Click]
I rep VA, 'til I DK
Huntersville, part of Norfolk where we stay.
I play the blocks and the cops want to tease me.
I'm in the pots and my partners is greasy.
I walk the streets with the knife that the Reaper carry.
If you ain't heard about it, read the obituary.
You get late, you better leave cause it's very scary.
Have you calling on Jesus like Mary Mary.
It's a Saturday night, 92 degrees.
I got a cup of those, I need a few of these.
Sharks round up, niggas 'bout to roll.
Let's fuck this clown up, nigga got to go.
Fuck that hot shit, nigga I got this.
I have his mom and pops on Hospice.
Your lifetime running out, heard the clock tick.
You can watch this, I will not miss.
Imagine how tough it is to run for your life,
When you're under that knife, when your lungs get tight,
And your grandma calling you to come to that light,
And you know you want to hug her, but something ain't right.
I'm giving you a shark-eye view as I lead on,
Speed or get peed on, Norfolk's a free zone.
Huntersville, Amsterdam, I am the candy man.
Blues crew's come through, we fuck up the camera man.
Gambler's gambling, families are scrambling.
Call up the ambulance, prepare for the avalanche.
Mr. Treat-you N-double-O-S-E.
Test me, chest beat, where does the [?].
Address me, suggest he best be on best behavior,
No savior, nothing can save your
[?], make you go to his maker.
I'll break you then take you under some [?]