the night to come In the Still of the Night In the cool moonlight I feel heart is aching In the Still of the Night In the Still of the Night I hear
be trusted I looked at your lady and I was disgusted Came into the party just to rock the place And your big zombie lookin' freak still won't get out
souls in the field Lookin' at my Rolly it's about that time White man had a problem with mine And we suppose to be shy The revolution still applies Probably still
steals thoughts from a restless mind for free, it could be.. the times i'm living in lately. ED I brush my teeth every night but still I wake up with
pimp like, just like Ike was Treated her like it was the Fight Club Hit her with rights, blood drippin' on white rug By the end of the night, they would
no crack, yous a moving ass rat After you lay up in that morgue, I'mma fuck your back Yeah, nigga, die slow with your smirk on Night, night lights,
I got more glocks and tecks than you Still seein' bodies wit' da muthafuckin' chalk around 'em I got more glocks and tecks than you Still seein' bodies
I'm chokin' on spit feelin' pain Like my brain bein' chained Still gotta give it what I got It's hot in the day, it's cold in the night But I thrive
you with no fear Runnin' out of time I see who's fake Alone without protection from all them snakes All for one one for all i was told Black white yellow
like a stereo Come to your burial and kill anybody else who care for you Don't blame me, society changed me You haul white, you smash powder all night
what I think And my take on some other rappers If I was to say somethin' about Paul Wall You'd probably crap in your pants 'Cause I'm white and he's white
' to take freedom I'm like just a brother tryin' break even Movin' through these odd days watchin' every snake breathin' Ready to deface the [Incomprehensible] at night
mind snow-bound, He is my lot, A snake in the snow. His smouldering soul's Smothering my hope. Smiting me with horror He's getting in my road. But still
Crack backs heavy on the cash all night At the drug site we hung tight Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks Money gets low in the street
Assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap Like Adam & Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night
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