Dead of Night

Lyrics

[Intro] This for the bass And I think the maker chose me And I think the maker chose me And I think the maker chose me It's the same with the gat Gotta get paid, can't be broke Gotta get paid, can't be broke Gotta get paid, can't be broke Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Bring my dope, you know we smokin' Bring my dope, you know we smokin' Bring my dope, you know we smokin' [?] [Verse 1: Hydra] Got a life full of problems and a fist full of dope I live to see another day Swear to Satan when it's over Contemplating, should I stay or should I go? I take a hit to ease my mind Fuck it mane I'm out the door Doomshop what I'm reppin So there's lessons to be taught I'll never sell out for the fame Underground is where I'm walking Know The Trio down to ride Get to steppin' if ya flaugin' Tenngage in the backseat Rolling up the potent Light up ya fucking blunts Pass it to my brother Baker Now we high up in this junt And while Akoza grip the grain I go ahead and load the gun It's a homicide in the dead of night Screaming SixSet we da clique Fuck the other side All these lemon bustas trying test my pimpin' But I'm stayin' on my grind I'm just providing for my family Fuck these haters let 'em panic Never fall I keep on planning Know them demons taking over Everything we demanding It's The Trio hoe [Verse 2: BAKER] From '91, a bad seed Smoking bud to pass the time My mind is filled with hellish shit I stopped the crimes and started to rhyme Them late nights made me strong A young playa on his own Deep in my eyes, you'll see the hate For all of those who've done me wrong No remorse the flames my course Hate for life is not my source I turn my back on all these bitches Who can't take the fucking roles of what I bring I can not sing these demons taking over me You bustas sounding weak with what you speak That shit don't hold to me State of mind coming from the south side When I sit I'm bumpin' phonk to help me ease and pass the time Smoking dope with the windows closed, a freak upon my lap Living life like I don't care Cause bitch I don't know how to act Coming heavy with the devilish Smoke another cancer stick And fade into the mist Of what's to come from all this darker shit Stay day to day in this hate I burn away But I don't care this pain don't phase I've come to cope and live in vain [Outro] This for the bass And I think the maker chose me And I think the maker chose me And I think the maker chose me It's the same with the gat Gotta get paid, can't be broke Gotta get paid, can't be broke Gotta get paid, can't be broke Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome Bring my dope, you know we smokin' Bring my dope, you know we smokin' Bring my dope, you know we smokin' [?]