| 12 in da morning woke up with tha shakes,
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| Cereal killa mista Frosted Flakes,
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| My hands were all bloody and I don’t know why,
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| I’m thinkin bout my bitch and why she had to die,
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| Some niggas outa get me she was settin me up,
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| They pulled out they pistols started wettin me up,
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| I see my life pass before my eyes in a flash,
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| I drew out my weapon and I started to blast,
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| My bitch caught a slug in tha back of tha neck,
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| I emptied out tha clip them niggas hit tha deck,
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| I ran for tha Beamer is was sittin in front,
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| I left my bitch body smokin like a Philly blunt
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| and it was In da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour it all happened,
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| In da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour they start cappin
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| I’m bleedin like a mutha fucka grabbin my chest,
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| my heartbeat racin like a EMS,
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| I called my parter up on tha portible phone,
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| I blew my bitch brains out wit tha chrome,
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| My nigga said he’d meet me at tha Omni hotel
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| court date was today and he just jumped bail,
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| Police outa get’em he was under arrest,
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| Bench warrent for my nigga wit tha mental stress,
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| Met my nigga at tha spot and he had nothin to say,
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| Metro airport to East LA,
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| When we got to tha city it was drama again seen
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| a nigga who we jacked in 89 for 10
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| and it was in da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour it all happened,
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| In da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour they start cappin
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| Tha nigga started
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| trippin he was wavin his gun,
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| Pissed off since 89 'cause we murdered his son,
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| Srtay bullets started flyin every way but in mine,
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| Still bleedin like pig and I’m pressed for time,
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| I looked up and my nigga caught a slug in his face,
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| Now I’m mad then a mutha fucka tryin to embrace,
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| My homie body turned cold,
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| I felt him slippin away,
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| He was just here alive now he’s dead today,
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| And tha nigga who had shot’em he was shot on tha floor,
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| So I went to his body and I shot him some more,
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| He looked me dead in tha face and said you goin to hell,
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| I spit blood in his face as I started to tell
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| In da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour it all happened,
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| In da Midnight hour,
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| In da Midnight hour they start cappin |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Midnight Hour, artist - Esham. Album song Bootleg (From the Lost Vault) Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп