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10 Til Midnite
f/ SKG







[Daz]



That I exposed, my hundred seventy-five flows



The inkling of a sect, suspect me



This assemblies and less than two verses



I'm able to disengage mics



And chew MCs up like Mike & Ikes



When I recite they like two flips



I sink MCs like ships



With my nocturnal vibes, mandatory eclipse



There's no comparison, I embarrassment



Cause microphone harassment



Here's where the fear and terror spin



I'm hit brick, decipher these look-a-like MCs



Claimin' they rock mics like nights for days



So I'm able to have more to perform



I explode on the mic like C-4



I eliminate ya fool microphones



These limited the amount of opponents



Step on the microphone I show em'



Over and over, these weird situations



Enter in the gladiation, now they facin'







[Chorus]



Last night I had a dream and it just made me realize



That folks don't give a damn about me (They don't care)



So many haters on the scene, can't stand to see me on the rise



But I'm gon' still remain the same, you best believe



We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)



We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now you know that's gangsta)



We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Now that's gangsta)



We keep it gangsta, straight gangsta oh (Get cho' ass on the floor)







[SKG]



If I wanna fuck a homie I would, ya best believe that



Wanna call me reg, show ya girl where the cheese at



Niggas roll and shit, hatin' on a young bitch



Cause flow I cop or the spots I rock



I'm still classy, playa like me I keeps it jazzy



Still keep it gangsta whether not I'm gettin' sassy



Got a beeper, fly out and release my profile



Or my click bust eighty for all you busters actin' shady



Fake ass ballers wanna-be shot callers



Think y'all holdin' clout, niggas runnin' they mouth



It's still Death Row mackin' when gangs start crackin'



Askin' all you cats in this game yo what's happenin'



Hoes talk about they cockin' back, bustin' guns



Knowin' damn well heat is on deck, you cowards run



Hated by many, yo we loved by few



You ain't gotta like us homie but respect what we do



I'll buck y'all niggas then bust y'all niggas



Set chu' niggas up then wet chu' niggas up



Seen a jazzy hoe steppin' out with the gators



Hold up haters I'm executin' all the fakers



Lettin' all you cats know I just wanna fuck you



Back to ya wifey, it's her job to love you



I'm lookin' for my baby daddy, what's he got



He old enough to cum, he old enough to get fucked



Yeah, SKG Death Row mackin' the new bitch in town



That's how I get down







[Chorus]







[Kurupt]



If I had a million dollars then I'd be rich



If ya ho was on deck then I fuck yo bitch



It's Gotti in the cut with the Don Corleone



And Dillinger with the hollow tip chromes



Catch ya and travel, leave ya flabbergasted



Stalkin' y'all walkin' caskets



Hit the spot where the smokers hold



Low and behold, the tightest composition composed



Can ya catch it, I threw my thoughts like a quarterback



So when they ain't around, I angle murder and slaughter act



React, actions speak louder than words



But ain't nothin' more important than vision



I've seen optical collisions corrupted



I'm spontaneous when I combusted melon



Can't escape a lyrical felon



Excellin' in the out, like it's in from smokin' the bong



Koran Don, set to explore like napalm



Cataclysmic, with a habit to form collisions



Various visions, intellect sharp enough to injure



Like incisions with the deadliest intentions



To grab the heat and bust niggas into different dimensions



I had thoughts, had thoughs of electricity



Murdered by millions of volts



I got a forty cal cold



I'm all about business



Life ain't what it seems in two seconds



I peeped the red beam, I tried to dodge



Grabbed the chrome plate, I dumped once



But I was two seconds late cause the size I was



Was the first mistake



My moms came and shook me I didn't awake



Cause in my position that's the chance ya take



In the dream, in the world with no way to escape







[Chorus]

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