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Midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
midnight 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 druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for 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 with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out life whats is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still 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 probably niggaz to see
at an early age so at an stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay to shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin 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 that bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
a million chillin
robbin 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 as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz 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, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight 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 walkin the street
midnight love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
midnight 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 druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no to wait around for 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 with this
it seems on but its off
I keep missin this shit
I'm high but I try, to wide out
lookin dead at the chips
I blink they dip
its hard to hang on but I can't let go
smokin on my last breath
blow out life whats is death
now I can go on or I can G or make a right
whatever way that I turn its still 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 probably niggaz to see
at an early age so at an stage in life
I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight
it cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God help me please.
Mischeavius and devious is how my was
puttin the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was thinkin a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
gettin jealous cuz my got this rap game sewn up
them niggaz whatever back they get blowed up
blown up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay to shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the midnight shift
shit shack, gettin it on, to the break of dawn
now he's known for servin 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 that bounce
havin and bitches on a proper amount
a million chillin
robbin 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 as I walk out the door, I'm called by the hood
Daz, would you come and ride for me,
hey yo Daz 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, as a kite
besides with the drama the dog fight 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 walkin the street
midnight love
I put my on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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