| Smokin bomb, feelin loaded, forty yappin, smoke imported
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| Servin them niggas fat as boulders, gotta watch over my shoulders
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| Homies robbin homies, on point with the po'-po's
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| Sellin white snow pure yo, twist a little bit just to get a lil' mo'
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| We hang around, we bang around, crack, money in stripes
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| I lay you down, let niggas know that we ain’t no fuckin joke, niggahhh
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| The nighttime’s, the right time, family and pride
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| Personally known for the way I, spray and ride
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| Silent if I, silent is the way I glide
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| Money’ll make a nigga shift a pistol shoot to the sky
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| Nigga let’s ride! |
| I love it when the sun goes down
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| Nigga get chopped down, get gunned down
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| Run down, run around, and shot down
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| Popped down Glocks in full pound surround
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| Get the homies together and call the shots, fallin on baller’s blocks
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| Smaller and smaller knots, alcoholics lookin fo'
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| my gangsta bitches (uh-huh) and busta niggas (uh-huh)
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| Liquor weed, pistols pills, niggas shot and niggas killed
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| At night. |
| (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| At night. |
| (uh-huh)
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| (liquor weed, pistols pills, niggas shot and niggas killed)
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| At night. |
| (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| At night. |
| (what ch’all niggas wanna do, huh?)
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| I put holes in the air and turn black to blue
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| And I don’t give a fuck about puttin holes in you
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| The midnight strike, the killer strikes the streets at night
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| Imitation Doggs on scope and it’s on on sight (nigga)
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| Murder killin robbery, mayhem
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| Assault with the deadly weapons equals battery
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| I be down with the tragedy
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| Catch a nigga slippin, shoulda known
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| Nigga one-eighty-seven ain’t shit but a misdemeanor
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| (If you ain’t knowin — they ain’t knowin)
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| Niggas dyin unexpected, and they knowin
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| (They don’t know) Niggas tryin to make it echo
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| But it’s showin (they ain’t showin) little bitches on the street
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| Straight hoein (straight hoein) you ain’t knowin (thought you knew)
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| Overblown, got’n’gone, the song zone, at the zone shown
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| Time and time again it’s on, Vietnam again
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| Napalm set-trip, coast-trip, post and get
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| Tripped on, blastin fuckin chippin niggas out the fuckin dash
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| What the fuck is this? |
| Niggas is the luckiest
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| Strike and spray, e’ryday all day around the way
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| I lost my homeboy last year, nigga shed his last tear
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| Comin through to blast shit, I knew I’d catch his ass crip
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| At night. |
| (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| At night. |
| (uh-huh)
|
| (liquor weed, pistols pills, niggas shot and niggas killed)
|
| At night. |
| (uh-huh, uh-huh)
|
| At night.
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| At night. |
| (yeahhh — that’s how it go down e’ry night nigga)
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| At night. |
| (y'all niggas better stay strapped)
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| (cause we on a hunt for all y’all)
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| At night. |
| (and we ain’t takin no shorts)
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| (servin y’all niggas on sight)
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| At night. |
| (everyday, all night, yeah)
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| At night. |
| (everyday, all day, anybody killer)
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| At night. |
| (fuck all y’all! yeah!)
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| At night.
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| Whassup whassup? |
| Whatchu need?
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| (Got a fifty sack?) Whassup? |
| Aww the police, c’mon!
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| At night. |