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love, midnight love, midnight love, midnight love, ohhhhh
midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave back open
midnight love
this heaven's for me
love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to for never seems to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I keep 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
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 some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I cuz I G
but these problems 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 on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God me please.
and devious is how my life was
puttin the down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them wanna trip back get up
up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the shift
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 the dollars
Impalas that bounce
cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many 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 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, high 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 sure I did the blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've been walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
midnight love
troubles plots on thee mind
midnight love
leave back open
midnight love
this heaven's for me
love
back door little druggie's callin for you
I'm makin things cappin fast
ain't no need to for never seems to come along
face lookin stupid broke startin
feelin dumb, I'm young but I'm a grown man
takin thangs into my own hands
I'm tryin to own here
but life a twist ya like a twister
get twisted with this
it seems on but its off
I keep 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
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 some punks that probably never turn the money to burn
but I learn cuz I see, and I cuz I G
but these problems 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 on your knees
and I'm tryin to keep my sanity God me please.
and devious is how my life was
puttin the down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed
some of the money makin muthafuckaz from the other side
was about a jack move tryin to whoo-ride
jealous cuz my music got this rap game sewn up
them wanna trip back get up
up or not you can still get shot
you dont never play those muthafuckaz I'll always not
rule number one, pay attention to this shit
dont be fuckin wit my niggaz on the shift
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 the dollars
Impalas that bounce
cars and bitches on a proper amount
caught a million chillin
robbin banks for many 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 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, high 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 sure I did the blast five times
254 sentence to jail time.
love
I've been walkin the street
midnight love
I put my life on the line
midnight love
Cuz I've just gotta be me
midnight love.
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