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Midnight love, midnight love |
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Midnight love, midnight love, oh |
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Midnight love, troubles plots on thee mind |
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Midnight love, leave your back door open |
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Midnight love, this heaven's ready for me |
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Midnight love, back door little druggies callin' for you |
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I'm makin' things cappin' fast, ain't no need to wait around |
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For what never seems to come along |
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Face lookin' stupid broke startin' feelin' dumb |
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I'm young but |
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I'm a grown man takin' thangs into my own hands |
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I'm tryin' to own here but life a twist ya like a twister |
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Get twisted with this it seems on but its off |
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I keep missin' this shit |
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I'm high but |
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I try, to stay focused wide out |
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Lookin' dead at the chips |
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I blink they dip |
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It's hard to hang on but |
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I can't let go smokin' on my last breath |
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Blow out life whats left is death |
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Now I can go on or |
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I can G or make a right |
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Whatever way that |
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I turn it's still death after life |
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It don't discourage me, |
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I ain't got nuthin' to lose |
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But some punks that probably never turn the money to burn |
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But I learn 'cuz |
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I see and |
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I earn 'cuz |
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I GBut these problems probably havin' niggaz prayin' to see |
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At an early age so at an early stage in life |
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I chose to get my ish tight ya gotta struggle and fight |
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It cost an arm and a leg just to live on your knees |
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And I'm tryin' to keep my sanity |
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God help me please |
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Midnight love, troubles plots on thee mind |
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Midnight love, leave your back door open |
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Midnight love, this heaven's ready for me |
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Midnight love, back door little druggies callin' for you |
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Mischievous and devious is how my life was |
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Puttin' the serve down for cabbage just to keep the niggaz buzzed |
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Some of the money makin' muthafuckaz from the other side |
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Was thinkin' about a jack move tryin' to whoo-ride |
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Gettin' jealous 'cuz my music got this rap game sewn up |
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Them niggaz wanna trip whatever back they get blowed up |
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Blown up or not you can still get shot |
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You don't never play those muthafuckaz |
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I'll always not |
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Rule number one, pay attention to this shit |
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Don't be fuckin' wit' my niggaz on the midnight shift |
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Shit shiggy shack, gettin' it on, to the break of dawn |
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Now he's known for servin' more than an |
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OZSo he's got a 187 on his muthafuckin' chest |
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A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest |
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He's lookin' for the music from the night before |
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Trouble 1, he layin' low all in gettin' that dough |
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Midnight love, troubles plots on thee mind |
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Midnight love, leave your back door open |
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Midnight love, this heaven's ready for me |
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Midnight love, back door little druggies callin' for you |
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Now it's all about the dollars |
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Impalas that bounce |
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Havin' cars and bitches on a proper amount |
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Caught a million chillin' robbin' banks for many muthaz son |
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Life and darkness we all get it started, cold hearted |
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All around it my life won't change for the good |
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As soon as |
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I walk out the door, |
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I'm called by the hood |
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Daz, would you come and ride for me |
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Hey yo Daz would you soldier would you would you and die for me |
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The tradition's got a lot of niggaz killin' for dumb shit |
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The OGs think they run shit the youngsters control shit |
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Every midnight |
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I be loaded, high as a kite |
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Besides with the drama the dog fight street fight |
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And a lot a mob puttin' on mo |
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Problems solved but revolved whatever with a fo-fo |
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But sure I did the record blast five times254 sentence to jail time |
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Midnight love, |
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I've been walkin' the street |
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Midnight love, |
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I put my life on the line |
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Midnight love, 'cuz |
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I've just gotta be me |
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Midnight love |
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Midnight love, troubles plots on thee mind |
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Midnight love, leave your back door open |
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Midnight love, this heaven's ready for me |
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Midnight love, back door little druggies callin' for you |
