Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Night My Baby , by - Buddy Castle. Release date: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
Good Night My Baby |
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| Breathe nigga, breathe |
| Oh, Twista told you don’t make him mad |
| You won’t like me when I’m mad, I’m a motherfucking beast |
| Try nigga, I’mma ride nigga, you still alive nigga |
| Gon' die nigga, gon' drop, cause ain’t no room at the top |
| Walk in the room like I’m 'Pac, bringing you doom when I rock |
| Its suicide nigga, blood stains nigga, nuts hang nigga |
| Bust them motherfuckers from my black, mustang nigga |
| Yes I shot them with the pound, got them with the rounds |
| Hollow point to lay his motherfucking body on the ground |
| Now you breathing and shaking cold, hoping that god don’t take your soul |
| With two bitch straps and a vest is just the only way to roll |
| Now if you don’t wanna die, then I suggest you better try |
| Breathe hard, hold on to your life, fight nigga |
| Can you feel your, heartbeat? |
| You still got a, heartbeat |
| They can take away your, heartbeat |
| Be strong nigga, breathe nigga breathe |
| Can you feel your, heartbeat? |
| You still got a, heartbeat |
| They can take away your, heartbeat |
| Don’t die nigga, breathe nigga breathe |
| A demon in the club, got them leaning in the club |
| Hit them with the screwed voice, I got her screaming in the club |
| Pull up on the sista, according to the scripture |
| I’mma break 'em off again, when I metamorph into twista |
| Shit, I’m coming with the pistol, when I gotta kill 'em up |
| Apocalyptic I’mma get 'em, when I hit 'em up |
| Fill his body up wit holes, and the terror that will follow |
| Will have a nigga hit the deck, when I send it up |
| Put the pipe to your dome, I don’t give a fuck about right from wrong |
| I get in the club, a nigga be feeling so bold |
| But if a nigga talk shit, I’ll go right for the chrome |
| Then when you come back, come and see me do it worse |
| I’mma shoot the vehicle up put your body in a hearse |
| Bring you back alive like the bullets was a curse |
| Making the drive or put the ride in reverse |
| Don’t wanna die again better get up in the wind |
| Cuz a nigga kinda handy with the black four fin |
| Or I gotta hit him wit the millimeter nine or the rhyme |
| Either way it’ll be a flat line |
| Can you feel your, heartbeat? |
| You still got a, heartbeat |
| They can take away your, heartbeat |
| Be strong nigga, breathe nigga breathe |
| Can you feel your, heartbeat? |
| You still got a, heartbeat |
| They can take away your, heartbeat |
| Don’t die nigga, breathe nigga breathe |
| You still alive nigga |