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Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
face broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm but I'm a grown 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 seems on but its off
I keep missin shit
I'm but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin 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 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 to see
at an early age so at an early in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the makin muthafuckaz the other side
was thinkin a move tryin to whoo-ride
jealous cuz my got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shack, gettin 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 in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's for the from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm by the hood
Daz, would you come and 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 run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but whatever with a fo-fo
but I did the record blast times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've been walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave your back door open
midnight love
this heaven's ready for me
midnight love
back door little druggie's for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along
face broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm but I'm a grown 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 seems on but its off
I keep missin shit
I'm but I try, to stay focused wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin 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 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 to see
at an early age so at an early in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my life was
puttin the serve for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the makin muthafuckaz the other side
was thinkin a move tryin to whoo-ride
jealous cuz my got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz trip back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shack, gettin 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 in his lap and a bulletproof vest
he's for the from the night before
trouble 1, he layin low all in gettin that dough.
Now its all about the dollars
Impalas that bounce
cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many muthaz son
life and
we all get it started, cold hearted
all around it my life won't change for the good
as soon as I walk out the door, I'm by the hood
Daz, would you come and 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 run shit the youngsters control shit
every midnight I be loaded, high as a kite
besides with the the dog fight street fight
and a lot a mob puttin on mo
problems solved, but whatever with a fo-fo
but I did the record blast times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've been walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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