Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Long Nite, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez: The First Album, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smoked Out
Song language: English
Long Nite |
I got a plan in command on your ass, bitch |
This little short young niggas in them caskets |
You bein' front black nigga rolled up layed up on your ass, ho |
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow |
Oh there’s a whole lotta demons in my world today |
Which means you run into a nigga like Koop, a nutcase |
Here I can tell by tha day it’s gonna be a long night |
When I take a swipe for yo life, my big black butcher knife |
Now while I’m kickin' niggas fiendin' just to kill 'em, though |
Before I go and chief them Swishaz with them Navajos |
Upon tha mighty Mississippi, bow can I fuckin' kick it? |
You better answer quick before I hit you for them riches |
Punk ass niggas wanna really try to jump up but they know they gonna catch a |
couple of my sub-machine gun fire to they jaws |
I kick shit flyin' through tha air, you wanna dare to test me, I am the |
Infamous nightmare, I wanna break some laws |
I practice secret forms of voodoo culture |
Dead flesh sculpture for my pet vultures |
Sleepin' in tha death defying beyond human measurements |
Into my private temple in tha middle of Mount Everest |
Smokin' pine as I sky dive off of mountains |
In my mind blood squirtin' high out of fountains |
Countin' corpses in my black fortress |
In tha hallway painting satanic portraits |
See it was me, Lil' Buck, and my nigga Lil' Knife |
And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life |
We roll in Bobby’s 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues |
Full grain, cloth top, sturdy pullin' them hoes |
The nigga that I didn’t know said he had some on a weed |
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese |
I’ve smelled shit in the game as soon as he opened his mouth |
We dropped him off, da fool went behind tha fuckin' house |
I didn’t think shit about it but some minutes had to pass |
Made me really not trust his busta ass |
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch |
Twenty mo niggas dressed just like a bitch |
Not takin' no chances I’m knowin' it’s a stick up |
But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup |
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin' to see what I’m all about |
But speakin' too soon, I got blasted when I stepped up out da Cadillac |
Vision blur I’m seein' 9−9 |
I was up on my back seein' a 6−6 up on a street sign |
Lil' Buck slammed right into them durves |
Made a U and scooped me as I cross straight to tha curb |
My nigga Lil' Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me |
From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet |
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood |
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right |
It was a long night |
It was a long night when I was locked down in 201 |
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it ain’t no fun |
Watchin' niggas fight over phone calls, gettin' buck |
Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck |
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords |
Pullin' tha real killaz, GD’s, Crips and Vice Lords |
Lower level ain’t a joke, a nigga got his neck broke |
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap |
But I wasn’t goin' cause a nigga like me kept a shank |
If a fool stepped to me his face’ll be in tha paint |
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart, it’ll be a fight |
In 201 locked down it was a long ass night |
We call up the Devil’s nights |
I walked down tha hallway where tha walls are lined with candle lights |
Sacrificin' doom when you enter tha Triple 6 gun room |
Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate |
For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10 |
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper, Grim Reaper and a Glock 19 |
Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16 |
Buck called up Koopsta, told him to get tha shovel ready for burial of the |
bodies |
Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries |
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope |
Inhaling on a blunt of Cambodian red dope |
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in |
Motha fuckin' Triple 6 assassins |