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Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, love, ohhhhh
midnight love
troubles on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
on my last breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I to get my ish tight ya struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm to my sanity God help me please.
and is how my was
puttin the serve for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
of the makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the shift
shit shiggy shack, it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's lookin for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and darkness
we all get it started, hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the control shit
every midnight I be loaded, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
midnight love
troubles on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
on my last breath
blow out life whats left is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still death after life
it dont discourage me, I ain't got nuthin to lose
but some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I earn cuz I G
but these problems probably havin niggaz prayin to see
at an early age so at an early stage in life
I to get my ish tight ya struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm to my sanity God help me please.
and is how my was
puttin the serve for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
of the makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin about a move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz wanna trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the shift
shit shiggy shack, it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
a strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's lookin for the music from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and darkness
we all get it started, hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me
the tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin for dumb shit
the OGs think they run shit the control shit
every midnight I be loaded, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but revolved whatever with a fo-fo
but I did the record blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
Midnight love
I've been walkin the street
love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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