| You don’t know me but you’d like to
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| Why’d you think I stood beside you?
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| Not concerned with how this might fall
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| Nature become prowl at nightfall
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| When the sun begins to dim
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| And eventually the day dies
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| And the mood prepares to sway
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| That’s where another way lies
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| Glow of the liquor store lights
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| Set the scene for no rights
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| Let’s convene, discuss the scheme
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| And hope it flows how we dream
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| Tonight can make or break you if you let it
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| Someone set it out for you to let it out
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| Now don’t regret it
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| Get embedded to the back drop
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| Positioned there with your cash crop
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| Envision night as the last stop
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| Don’t miss the train
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| It’s time to gain, strain, aim, fire
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| Blame, reign, fuck and then retire
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| I’m liar past eleven, after one I’m on the run
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| Till the sun comes up tomorrow
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| I’m working, you’re having fun
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| Not too devious, but that’s me
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| Spontaneous if you ask me
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| But then again, I’m blending in
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| Step to the beat, walk to the beat
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| Talk to the beat, live to the beat
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| Rock to the beat, fuck to the beat
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| Dance to the beat, pay to the beat
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| Fight to the beat, you get l-l-lost to the beat
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| Police walk the beat, kill to the beat
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| Steel to the heat, terrorize kill no retreat
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| Prowl to the beat, how did a V-O weak scandal oh spray vandal
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| Walk the streets I hear footsteps on the streets
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| Someone’s following me on the streets
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| Like racism on the streets
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| Can’t even have a new car on the streets
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| Police prowl on the streets
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| They got you sittin' on the streets
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| Runnin' ya L’s, what in the hell?
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| Runnin' on tell, they see a black man they get scared as hell
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| Like did somebody escape from jail
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| You feel em' prowlin' when you walk in some rooms
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| When you walk in, like boom!
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| I wanna just break shit, I wanna re-create shit
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| I wanna take shit you say and use it against you
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| Act a damn fool like crackheads do
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| Like your mama do
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| Dusk, thus the beginning is on until dawn
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| Trust regardless of the daily
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| Really nothings wrong
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| I’m still breathin' and here’s another evening
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| From the fortress
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| I leave for my course of tonight’s achievements
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| There’s no grievance in my pocket
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| Just a couple of dollars, a pen and hopefully my wallet
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| Because my man over here has got the hook up at the front door
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| Long as my ID’s right what more could they want for?
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| Yeah we in there
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| Like fluoride, off the wall on the left side
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| A room full of pride, I’m consumed by the tune applied
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| This fuckin' DJ is tight man
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| I can already feel the minutes being added to my life span
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| MC Lyte paper thin drink tickets from the staff
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| Now it’s time to make a friend and see if I can make her laugh
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| Hey princess, I got a lot of dialog
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| So I’m gonna line it up for you to get high and try to follow
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| Light up another false sense of security
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| Play a game of twenty questions
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| You can test my purity
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| And as the world comes down on me
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| And as I go down on her… night prowler
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| I’m out when the freaks come out
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| Way after dusk
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| After the time when the opening acts get they time to bust
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| The nightshift I prowl and observe like the owl
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| Surroundings minus the scowl
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| Wise and well endowed
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| In the mental! |
| Well renowned
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| Ghetto pass every town
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| PSC! |
| Nice 2 meet you, oh you know about this wow!
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| Your ex-boyfriend showed you all about this how?
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| Can I thank him for training such a beauty
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| It fits my style
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| Compliments exchanged
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| Plus 5 dollars change
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| Signed my name on the poster
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| And I kept it in the holster like I’m supposed ta
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| Now, what would you do in the clutch
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| If you get a pussy hug after dusk?
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| You don’t know me but you’d like to
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| Why’d you think I stood beside you?
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| Not concerned with how this might fall
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| Nature become prowl at nightfall |