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(feat. Ice Mike) [Chorus x4: J-Dawg & Ice Mike] 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 SongtexteWe 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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus] [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 [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania