The Raving (verse 6)

Glad the toilet was so near, I puked my guts up out of fear,
And in a heartbeat came more capping, sounding like a .44.
“C’mon I said, “that can’t be nothing but a car backfiring;
Some gangsta be a hotwire trying, I cry out to El Señor—
Another sip of liquid courage, now protect me El Señor;—
I pray it’s a car and nothing more!”