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    "At Night" Lyrics


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    I don't give a hell what you spit
    Who you are, where you from...
    This is...this is projects
    I don't give a hell what you spit
    Who you are, where you from
    And who the hell you be gettin'
    Urban wolves
    Dream team baby
    The sosa of the game has returned
    Black sopranos
    Let's play

    [Verse 1]
    Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
    So cool, but the slightest sh*t ignite my fuels
    Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
    Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
    XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
    Was never the type of n*gga that flexed his weight
    See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
    Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
    My slow grind story n*ggas cosign for me
    Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash n*ggas' rhymes bore me
    Adore me, respect n*ggas way before me
    Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
    Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
    Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
    Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
    Through the grapevine, I know that n*ggas heard I'm live

    I don't give a hell what you spit
    Who you are, where you from...
    This is projects
    I don't give a hell what you spit
    Who you are, where you from
    And who the hell you be gettin'

    [Verse 2]
    Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice
    Stop n*ggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
    Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
    Now its on us, in the (?) I focus on right
    Its hardball, now n*ggas can't call foul
    Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
    Immune to the murderous plots
    Been about it way before n*ggas heard I was hot
    Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
    A fresh pair, and I f*ck wit them Germans a lot
    Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
    Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
    Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
    Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
    Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
    So recognize I'm a five star general
    You touchin' who


    [Verse 3]
    Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
    But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions
    Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
    It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
    Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
    N*ggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
    The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
    Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business
    Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
    Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
    Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
    In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
    Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
    Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
    Locked in, there's beef in the game now
    I know its deep but the streets know the name now
    The war is on

    This song was submitted on June 22nd, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Charles Morris.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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