We have a small disturbance at Lake Street in Chicago, some young men fightingnCould we get some cars to go and check that out please?nnA young man stands up against the wallnDressed in all blue, tilted hatbrim and allnHe's got his peeps around him, so he's talkin supertallnAbout how many women he got or how much he ballnSecond man comes walkin down the streetnThis one dressed in all red from his head to the sneaksnIt's the same thing, he's shootin off the mouth to his peepsnSees the one in blue, walks over and starts to speaknI'm from such and such a gang, I'll knock ya out, woop-de-woopn?? blue said I told you, I don't fight, fool, I shootnThe one in red said I'll still bust your mouth like bloo!nMan, you gon' get your wig split out here tryin to act cutenNeither one of them likes being threatenednThey talking superbig and so their friends won't see'em sweatinnNeither one of them wants this to be the day that they're regrettinnCause nowadays, you never know who's packing a weaponnnSo they talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk andnThey talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk andnThey talk and talk and talk and, talk and talk andnThis is how the story goesnnThe argument is gettin louder and loudernA crowd of people notice that so naturally they started to surround'emnOne pulled his fist up, man he really wants to pound himnHe threw the one-two and he tried to ten-count himnLike huh, huhnYou know these kids can't fightnHe missed him with the left and barely nicked him with the rightnBut now they notice that they're in the female sightnSo they go and try to knock eachother outn??? out of breath, cause they ain't about nothinnThree minutes later, they both huffin and puffinnHollerin to they crew like Yo, you better tell that man somethinnEverybody laughin, cause they know they only frontinnnBut they fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightinnThey fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightinnThey fightin, fightin, fightin, fightin, fightinnThis is how the story goesnnThe storeowner comes out with a broomstick and some macenLike Yo, you kids can't fight in front of my placenSo they pull'em apart, they both red in the facenLike I'll get you in another time, another placenSo they both pick up what little pride they got leftnAnd go back to the rest, embarrased to deathnThis was their big chance to prove they big strengthnInstead they just both made a fool of theyselvesnIf you from the neighborhood, then you already knownI ain't even got to tell you how the story gonEverybody talkin bout ?? the tension grownY'all go ahead and laugh and I'm a kill ??nTeenagers today have too many bad habitsnAnd way too proud to let static be staticnAnd that combination right there is problematicnCause shorty knows a way he can cop an automaticnnSo he's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, scheminnHe's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, scheminnHe's schemin, schemin, schemin, schemin, scheminnThis is how the story goesnnSo now shorty and his cousin borrow his aunt's carnWith the gat in the lap they try to find where they arenThey know where they they be at, they ain't have to look farnHe scared as hell but he's like Yo, I'm ready for warnThey roll up on the scene, roll down the windownSaid a few words, then let the gat blownHe hit his enemy but his girlfriend alsonAnd all of a sudden here comes the po ponThey hollered at shorty to throw down the heaternBut he tryin to go out like he's Lil' CeasarnThey wet his ass up without even takin a breathernIn their mind that's just proper police procedurenNow everybody's at the funeral scenenBoo hoo'in about how he was only fifteennHe should have been at home playin video gamesnBut he got too wrapped up in the rap and the famennSo now they finished, finished, finished, finished, finishednThey finished, finished, finished, finished, finishednThey finished, finished, finished, finished, finishednThis is how the story goesnn*Continues with variations to end*