Dead of Night

[Intro]
This for the bass
And I think the maker chose me
And I think the maker chose me
And I think the maker chose me
It's the same with the gat
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
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[Verse 1: Hydra]
Got a life full of problems and a fist full of dope
I live to see another day
Swear to Satan when it's over
Contemplating, should I stay or should I go?
I take a hit to ease my mind
Fuck it mane I'm out the door
Doomshop what I'm reppin
So there's lessons to be taught
I'll never sell out for the fame
Underground is where I'm walking
Know The Trio down to ride
Get to steppin' if ya flaugin'
Tenngage in the backseat
Rolling up the potent
Light up ya fucking blunts
Pass it to my brother Baker
Now we high up in this junt
And while Akoza grip the grain
I go ahead and load the gun
It's a homicide in the dead of night
Screaming SixSet we da clique
Fuck the other side
All these lemon bustas trying test my pimpin'
But I'm stayin' on my grind
I'm just providing for my family
Fuck these haters let 'em panic
Never fall I keep on planning
Know them demons taking over
Everything we demanding
It's The Trio hoe

[Verse 2: BAKER]
From '91, a bad seed
Smoking bud to pass the time
My mind is filled with hellish shit
I stopped the crimes and started to rhyme
Them late nights made me strong
A young playa on his own
Deep in my eyes, you'll see the hate
For all of those who've done me wrong
No remorse the flames my course
Hate for life is not my source
I turn my back on all these bitches
Who can't take the fucking roles of what I bring
I can not sing these demons taking over me
You bustas sounding weak with what you speak
That shit don't hold to me
State of mind coming from the south side
When I sit I'm bumpin' phonk to help me ease and pass the time
Smoking dope with the windows closed, a freak upon my lap
Living life like I don't care
Cause bitch I don't know how to act
Coming heavy with the devilish
Smoke another cancer stick
And fade into the mist
Of what's to come from all this darker shit
Stay day to day in this hate I burn away
But I don't care this pain don't phase
I've come to cope and live in vain

[Outro]
This for the bass
And I think the maker chose me
And I think the maker chose me
And I think the maker chose me
It's the same with the gat
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Gotta get paid, can't be broke
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Know you hoe, hit 'em with a tome
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
Bring my dope, you know we smokin'
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