Dark Night Shooters

Dark Night Shooters Lyrics

Rider come on
He sleeps to his feet
The game is a puzzle that is missing a piece
I whip on the sleep
Preach
Everybodys sicker
Than youre sick in the head
Youre keeping cr*p
You think youre good at that?
I take you to the Chinese spot
I got to cook a cat
I got the mother stack
Anytime I push the track
Its stupid
I lose it like I forgot where I put it at
Youre arent his girl, relax
The DJ pull it back
Like hes breaking up a fight
From day to the night
When I shoot and aim
Nigga its tearing you up
Tell the engineer Duck
He wont have no head to brush
2 things I never should be
I drink much more than I ought to
Im going crazy
These industry dudes is homos you all
Don't tell me to get a grip
I grip a 4-4 Long
I'm like Jesus to these rappers
My flow so strong
Deep as the bible if you quote those songs
Mr. DJ are you an Atheist?
Cause you're so far
You praisin' these little peasants
Like you don't know God
Pick up kids
Wanna eat
I took those calls
We got to flow so odd
I go so hard
I had to open the door with them
I bought a knife
I broke both knots
I rolled the dice for my homie
Watch me blow you all
And Im not payin
I dont owe you all
Who you think youre talkin to?
I put the hammer in his space
He says no,no, stop
2 things I never should be
I drink much more than I ought to
Im going crazy
Crazy loco
Youre f**king with the best rappers
Best gangs
Goin and dress that
Got a new shoot gun
Who wanna test that?
Wait for you to talk
And aim for your saliva
Yeah hard like the niggaz from Gino
Green weed, green dope
Black hood, black car
My niggaz running around the block
Like a track star
What you rap for?
Youre gonna leave with a cracked jaw
Pussy niggaz sneaking through the back door
And Im the one gonna get in through the front door
Put it on a blunt
Let a nigga jump in the dump
Let him jump
Nigga you know Im the truth
2 things I never should be
I drink much more than I ought to
Im going crazy
Im the realest rapper that you ever seen
Porsche clean, jury clean
Rappers know me
Im used to deal with the fans
You can rough with me
But you cant rough with that little red bean
Catch your kids and transport them
Put a brick on your wife
One hears these homie
And youll be addicted to life
Got the crack in the building
Dont get it
Its down the block
Got drugs moving around here
All around the block
Imagine me in the fence
It got the heater again
Got to keep it low
Cause the rats are eating cheese again
Big bodies here
And boss I wanna meet with them
If I cant eat with them
The fish is gonna sleep with them
Yeah
2 things I never should be
I drink much more than I ought to
Im going crazy