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Every Night
Mozzy & June
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You're none of me
You're none of me
Ay! y'all know what happened at the Arden Mall
Just like y'all know what happened at the Arden Mall
Plotted on things, you ain't heard it all
Peace, funny, geeky, and the long shot, I tried to solve
Who ain't got no doughy bed, knock it off
Put a bag on your scully, how I'm knockin' off
Some rings, burnin' spoon, man a cotton ball
Ain't think I be on HR, I be notin' all
I do it for the gang or my momma, y'all (momma y'all)
Still short with a check when my momma call (woah)
I'm dancein' to bill ball, so I don't take orders
Whatever big bruh coppin', I play same order
The way we livin' know it ain't right
We funkin' with them niggas bread's some type (bread's type)
They just got a lil' homie life
I think about your shit every night
Game tests just kicked in my front door
I didn't have time to hide the weapon through the front door
Bust on me cause a nigga didn't wanna fight
I think about your shit every night
Off top, nigga, got me one up top, nigga
(got me one up top, nigga)
Sacrificing my freedom with this chop, nigga
(with this chop, nigga)
Taking chances, I done been through a lot, nigga
(Been through a lot, nigga)
How to pop, nigga, sat and watched the body drop, nigga
Don't know the feeling till the day you took a loss, nigga
(Took a loss, nigga)
You ain't a real shooter till you off, niggas (at all)
You taking orders, how is you a boss, nigga?
Your partner died, I ain't sorry for your loss, nigga (at all)
Taking chances, I'm immune to taking losses
We still in love with this street life
Regardless what it costs (regardless what it costs)
A lot of niggas is talking, wanna see me in the coffin
Police give me no option but to feed my niggas rhyme
The way we livin' know it ain't right
We funkin' with them niggas bread's some type (bread's type)
They just got a lil' homie life
I think about your shit every night
Game tests just kicked in my front door
I didn't have time to hide the weapon through the front door
Bust on me cause a nigga didn't wanna fight
I think about your shit every night
Almost died a couple times, but I bounce back like I got nine lives
Hop out and give them a high five, don't do no drive-bys
My youngest toting them drums like they came from Popeye's
My last nigga a wreck, my real niggas got life
We ain't just on wax, we putting niggas on ice
You can die today, depending up on the dice
I roll a four, you straight, any other point you ice
Kill or be killed, it's all a part of the life
They probably offer me life, they don't murder the hype
Don't get too damn hype, we might just murder your hype
Man, broad day, late night, we the on-site champ, nigga
The way we livin' know it ain't right
We funkin' with them niggas bread's some type (bread's type)
They just got a lil' homie life
I think about your shit every night
Game tests just kicked in my front door
I didn't have time to hide the weapon through the front door
Bust on me cause a nigga didn't wanna fight
I think about your shit every night
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