| Now spread the word
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| I got them bricks on the dead end streets
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| And watch them jump out boys
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| Cause they rollin ten deep
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| Creep crawlin the night
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| Ya know the deal
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| In the muthafuckin Hill
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| We all strapped to kill
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| Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases
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| Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces
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| How the fuck I’m suppoesed to come up
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| Of a shy move
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| Run up on a twenty and get yo ass an ice cube
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| It ain’t nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass
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| Jus understand the roughness
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| Never cut for the gutless
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| Cause it’s do or die
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| You ask
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| Who am I?
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| I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high
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| Eye of the public
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| The Brown be a suspect
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| So the streets taught me to be loveless
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| Causin rawkus
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| In a dope fiends bucket
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| My two favorite subjects were
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| Shut it and fuck it
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| (Coro: SPM)
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| The night shift
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| Young hustlers workin grave yards
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| The night shift
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| Street soldiers workin grave yards
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| My nine be
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| Beside me
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| Tonight we
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| Work the night shift
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| My nine be
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| Beside me
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| Tonight we
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| Work the night shift
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| (Verse 2: Pimpstress)
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| It’s yo midnight mistress
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| Playa named Pimpstress
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| I keep it crunk handle up on my business
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| Queen of the click
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| Fiend for my shit
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| I’m sucked and corrupt
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| Sixteen in my click
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| From black and mop
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| You can’t crack my style
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| Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile
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| Tonight
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| We whoride
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| In the moonlight
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| My feria ruka sound like the fuckin chula
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| Fools die
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| Fuckin wit my feria
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| Daddy streaks wanna marry ya
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| Then bury ya
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| Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine
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| The three devils thought us deep in the dope game
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| So strange
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| True G’s won’t change
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| Close range
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| Left ya boys wit no brains
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| Street zombies
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| Takin out posses
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| Dangerous hobbies
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| Jus call me
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| (Coro: SPM)(x2)
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| (SPM:)
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| Alone in my home
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| Cock my gats
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| I’m known for my dope so I watch for jacks
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| Keep out burglar
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| Come on in
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| Bring all yo men let the games begin
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| Pumpin em in the cheek man I
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| Hot shots comin out my banana
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| Got plans like Santa Anna
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| Got balls like Tony Montana
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| Trick or treat
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| Feel my heat
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| Hear my muthafuckin drum beats
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| Don’t believe the tales from my hood?
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| Come see
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| This ain’t no joke you can smoke
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| This ain’t no wonderland
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| I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand
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| I pop mine
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| With a Glock nine
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| Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign
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| Be the one never
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| You come I come better
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| Bring yo umbrella
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| I bring the rough weather
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| Pleasure one pleasure
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| Choppin up chedder
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| Ya whole crew get done by one fella
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| (Coro: SPM)(x2) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Night Shift , by - SPM. Song from the album Best of the Best, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп