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Chorus: J-Dawg & Ice Mike (repeat 4X)
Have you ever seen a killa after midnight? Nigga don`t trip, my pistol grip`s up in your shit, right?
[First Verse: J-Dawg] Four deep in the G-Ride We high on my side Got the pump and I`m dumpin` pellets Bet`cha won`t live, you won`t go tell it Face down, with your stomach swellin` No tellin` what a nigga might do when the nightfall, you ain`t safe when it`s dark Try to run and I`ma give chase I`m in your face nigga, no place for ya when the shit start Park, you don`t understand You was once a man But now you`re food for the fishes Muthafucka what the camp be like? Nigga we tight for life And we don`t fool with them bitches We vicious creatures we disregard it You`re dearly departed Fallin` to the wayside, tryin` to play fly Hate to die, but everybody got a date to die We can`t lie when the gun dump, collect money & lust, nigga mafia style With the seventeen shot glock, on your Mom`s block Steady poppin` her child Take it Uptown nigga don`t fuck around Downtown It`s like Barnum & Bailey I`m harmin` `em daily Protect yourself cuz I`m comin`, it`s hailing No peace for the police, or the poor peeps Don`t get no sleep in the ghetto I gotta put up with some more beef so I go to sleep with heat til` I freeze, never let go Collect four more niggas in a chest With the maximum sentence it`s time to get ghost In the wrong place at the wrong time, in a long line You find you fixin` to die cuz I`m gettin` close Now have you ever seen a killa after midnight? Nigga don`t trip cuz I got the pistol-grip pump with a four, better get it right Many nights I done shit, by any means bitch, you either kill or get killed Catch a nigga down bad I`ma lay his ass flat on his back until his cabbage get peeled For real
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[Second Verse: Ice Mike] Straight out the W.B. With out the thirty-eight, Mack-11 spittin` Unexpected drive-by killin` Rollin` backwards Hittin` murderers Swervin` around, killin` when I`m dumpin` Stop it when I unlock it, see bodies droppin` From the poppin`, to the pavement Headstone engravements Death is irreversable, let bustas take it personal Workin`, makin` these paid hits Can`t fade this Killa in the process of bein` made bitch Under the full moon, we locin` and smokin` niggas who think we jokin` Brains hang with a proper bang that`s how I`m leavin` `em open Bulletholes smokin` like hocus-pocus abracadabra Five G`s, beheaded dead, that`s what I`m after nigga Have you ever seen a muthafuckin` killa?
(J-Dawg) If you rebel, you catchin` shells all up inside ya nigga (Ice Mike) Have you ever seen a muthafuckin` killa?
(J-Dawg) Muthafucka better ride a train, or jump ship When the shit get thick, niggas just don`t know that you all gonna die
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[Third Verse: J-Dawg] Say dogg, nigga don`t trip when I`m off the fifth It might cause me to click and then I go left When I hit the block, it don`t stop, but the main thing you need to watch is your step Go catch the bullet and form the line, cuz you was invited to meet death Cold over a breeze, hand over your keys Damn nigga then you die with your keys wet Regret fuckin` with a nigga like me, cuz I be the Son of Sam You don`t understand? You don`t disrespect no man with a fuckin` gun in his hand Understand, the way I be layin` and prayin`, God, forgive me dogg Sometimes I be talkin` and then I be wonderin` is he too busy to hear when I call? Slip and you fall, put a price up on his head Nigga dead, you just don`t know Got that infra-red to the back of his head Nigga dead when he hit the floor Bitch I`m both, the rapper slash backwards slash nigga with a gun Killa tryin` to run? One gone come With the funk and break him off some No more sun
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