Artist: Remedy f/ Trife Diesel Album: It All Comes Down to This Song: Saturday Night Typed by: Cno Evil [Trife Diesel] Aiyo, my moms in the hospital, my pops is gone So it's me against the world and my glocks is strong Wishing death to my enemies, downing bottles of Hennessey Reach for the phone and call up the homey Remedy What's the deal? I heard it was going down Heard you got a little problem on your side of the town What's the situation? Is this a major altercation? I be there in 20 minutes, just give me a location I'm going out blazing, firing hard With 20 goons suited up like the rioting squad Caravan cartels, deliver the parcel With their names on the bullets, let's see if they dodge hell Shells popping, bodies dropping, hitting the floor Could of been the crossfire, we shot our way out the door Staten Island's most wanted, Trife Diesel and Reme' Professional marksmen when we squeezing the semi [Remedy] All I heard was shots, next thing, everyone's running Get off the block, yo, the cops are coming More firing, next thing I heard was the sound of a siren It was sick, something like a modern day flick Take a pic, quick, me and Trife Dies' jump in the whip Put the pedal to the metal, son, foot the floor We in the midst of a neighborhood drug war Cracks in the Maxima, thirty eight snub With the cops right in back of us, showing no love You got guns, better know how to use them Two ways out, shoot 'em up, we'll lose 'em You fucked up, you pay the ultimate price That's your life, it's just another saturday night It's an everyday street thing, hits that flex muscle and This goes out to them cats that be hustling