| 12 in the morning, woke up with the shakes
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| Serial killa, Mr. 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 out to get me, she settin me up
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| They pulled out they pistols, started wettin me up
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| I seen my life pass before my eyes in a flash
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| I drew down my weapon, and I started to blast
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| My bitch caught a slug in the back of the neck
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| I emptied out the tech and niggas hit the deck
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| I ran for the beamer, it was sittin in front
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| I left my bitch’s body smokin like a philly blunt and it was
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| In the midnight hour
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| In the midnight hour, it all happened
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| In the midnight hour
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| In the midnight hour, they started cappin
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| I’m bleeding like a motherfucker, grabbin my chest
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| My heartbeat racin' like a EMS
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| I called my partner up on the portable phone
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| I blew my bitch brains out with the chrome
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| My nigga said he’d meet me at the Omni hotel
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| Court date was today and he just jumped bail
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| Police out to get him, he was under arrest
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| Bitch warrant for my nigga with the mental stress
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| Met my nigga at the spot and he had nothin to say
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| Metro airport to East L. A
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| When we got the city, it was drama again
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| Seen a nigga that we jacked in '89 for 10, and it was
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| The nigga started trippin, he was wavin his gun
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| Pissed off since '89 cause we murdered his son
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| Stray bullets started flyin, everywhere but in mine
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| Still bleedin like a 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 madder than a motherfucker tryna embrace
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| My homie body turned cold, I felt him slippin away
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| He was just here alive, now he dead today
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| And the nigga who had shot him, he was shot on the 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 the face and said you’re going to hell
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| I spit blood in his face as I started to yell
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| They started cappin
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| In the midnight, in the midnight hour |