Lyrics:
on sumpthin pitifull
They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgettable
The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
I'm surrounded by nimphos
my voices is saying things that
I ain't ever heard of
And just because of that
A nigga wants to plot a murder?
But I got something for them suckers
Who
[Chorus]
Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight
Surrounded by scavengers and plots from the enemy
I got beat down to the floor
You wasnt ready for war
You allowed the blood to poor as someone came to my
I got
And to hang with a n****'s just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a n****, behind closed
the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed
a nigga's
Just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga
Behind closed doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told
Let me rock
Aye let me rock now
Let me jot,
Aye let me jot down,
Let me plot,
Plotting on my goals now
Moving when I say so,
Moving with that fuego,
by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is --
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for comment
But
Chase
Always on the chase
Always motivate
Always out by sundown
Demons trying play
I can never break down
Always on the race
50 On that crackdown
knot ..
I can tell by how she talk she a thot
You thinking bout robbing better come up with a plot
Fuck around and pop off your whole top i’m cashing
the things I got
And to hang with a nigga's just an intricate plot
You smoke my weed, you try to bang my hoes
And talk bad about a nigga, behind closed
on my shoulders 'cause I'm shaped like a soldier
Now I got your attention
I talk to God, but it's not for repentance
My lil' homie was shot by that
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
ears
I'm a soldier for fortune, I've got murderous plots
Plus I'm suicidal, walkin this parking lot
With my dangerous thoughts, I'm a dangerous dude
When
cheese and stips
But it still ain't enough, so what can I plot next?
An armored truck would be fine, as I come up from behind
Grab seven bags
Peace, peace
Yo, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Visqu Allah
Fist full of dollars in a dice game God
D&G glasses, cloth Kangols, guided by angel with white
Imma drop HBS then put it on a shelf
Why you make me do ts by myself
Claiming you with me but you never help
You left me all on my own for a spell
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Motha fuckaz can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know
the projects
Foot soldiers by thousands
Can't get in
With out an appointment
If you finna try
Best holla at my lawyer
Death before dishonor
You know my stiiz
Jot
single person's got a mask they show the world
The soldier's saber rattles where his courage can't be found
The foreman barking orders finds no company
'Twas set ablaze when he remained, through the boards, by a soldier, was shot
Dragged outside, in two hours, he died, so ends his evil plot
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
Brief pass me the strap
Either the Glock or one of the Gauges
Tryin' to stab me or not
On a plot or rockin' stages
Pac raised us
Soldier never let
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