J-DAWG

J-DAWG - Murda Afta Midnight lyrics

(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

We 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]

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