Down By the River

Down by the river and the hanky panky My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo' And I been up fo' 3 nights in a row Thinking 'bout them gold bullets out that passenger door Down by the river and the hanky panky My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo' Gold bullet shells out the passenger door I just looked at my nigga like "dawg" See I was raised in the CMD streets All my friends was running through the rubber bands It was rough growing up in the East We was broke but now we do the money dance 'Fore the iPhone I had a Tracfone The Lil Wayne song was the ringtone Can I tell you a lil' story from the heart one time 'Cause you know it get dark sometimes See my big cous' used to sell cocaine He was so in love with the drug game Used to pull bitches at the car wash Used to bust traps at the Wawa You know homie stay with the ocho Young nigga running 'round loco But he say he tryna move out the hood soon Got a seed on the way, tryna get low but One day he forgot his gun Couple niggas went fast, asked what hood he was from Stood up, tried to run cause he knew what it was 3 shots in his back left his face in the mud And I still remember when I got that call Tears in my eyes but he never said a word But my homies outside told me "hop in the ride" They got guns on they thighs (oh my) Oh my, I spy with my little eye Five niggas and they music on blast All ways flex so my niggas hit the gas Fucking blood bath when the truck rolled past Coolant in the street, dead bodies on the ave Heart beating fast but my niggas just laughed And we ran a red light, drove off in the night And I ain't ever been so scared in my life I remember it was... Down by the river and the hanky panky My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no mo' And I been up fo' 3 nights in a row Thinking 'bout them gold bullets out that passenger door Down by the river and the hanky panky My bro got shot by the bank-de-panky And I damn near cried 'bout my homies outside And everybody ducked when the truck rolled by Like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 mothers won't see they sons no more Gold bullet shells out the passenger door I just looked at my nigga like "dawg, let me out"