Lyrics:
In the cold dead air on a Saturday night
There's a moonlit sky, but it don't feel right
The warnin' signs that have spark inside
And you can't let
em back (ya understand)
One by one they all gonna drop (ya understand)
Right here is where the foolishness stop (ya understand)
I'm tryin
Choppa slide all night, I'm tryin' ta take em out them flights (No homo)
'Cause he dumb if he playin' with his life, and he betta think twice
'Cause next
enough just to get by
All in a night's work all that he knows
The cigarette smoke still in his clothes
He looks so delighted counting the bills
More than
drive by's I do is pickin' up chicken at the Popeyes drive thru
You got a job dawg why you tryin to be in the streets
All you gonna get is pieced by
done, I know you're the one
You don't got to worry, no hurry.
The night's still young,
I'm just looking for some good clean fun.
I am looking for one
I fell asleep last Saturday
Underneath polluted skies
I walked alone on those Jersey nights, and I
Saw the boardwalk start to fall
The emptiness
[Gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..
All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
in the Chinese
a photo ya'll should take notice
I've been stayin on my grind tryin to stay focused
See i either write or die cos it's just how i get by
Starin death right
were fine
I'm the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain't even tryin
To look sexy, but even if she was so what
Mother
Weekend's coming and it's oh so near
Friday's slow tension gettin' high
Taking a test just tryin' to get by
Saturday morning couldn't get out of bed
Legs
feelin'
Every dang night, I try to conceal it (conceal it)
By kneelin'
Hopin' He'll reveal it (reveal it)
I-I'm stained with anger and pollution
BALL on these niggas
Now it s a lot of bad bitches in the building
(Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I m finna kill niggas in
someone was nearby
It was only five minutes of innocent play
A night with the lads one Saturday
but I remember
You were standing by the car
the ricochet
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
Thoughts be in a vault
Thinkin bout dyin
While I'm ridin the night
Tryin to get ahead
But I'm slowly runnin outta time
You'll think I'm playin it safe
But in
sometimes
I think it happened on a Saturday
I heard the phone ring
Vrring, vrring, vrring, vrring, vrring, who this? Ron?
Yo, Wise got killed last night
hanging on by a thread
Girl I'm lettin' you win
You kill me with a grin
My life is a sin
Don't know where to begin
Would have got you a diamond ring (ring)
wanna hear
these sordid tales
Teaching us that accept our own soul is
somehow ungodly
Guess I can buy redemption when that basket
comes by me
Little
right? Am I wrong? Tryin to protect my life
when these killers want me they gonna catch me one night
I don't play, yo we spray, the game is delayed
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
Bring it back tie you up
Treat you like a Chinese store
Nigga and chop you up you feel that nigga
He play around we gon' kill that nigga
How you feel
Alright
Go
Hahaha
We're back
Feeling alright on a Saturday night
But I couldn't tell you where I slept last night
Dryin' out with the freaks
don't like it eat a D
I'm here at ring tone misc. and ring tone net
Tryin' to label southern dance music, ring tone rap
They cappin' on the coop, but
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