Nighttime shift, you know it gets no realer than this What! we be comin, we comin, 41st side nigga, gangstaz Come on, we be in your face bitch You know when Q U come through we get 'em for they chain They ain't sayin, quick to blow your motha'f**kin brains Nigga light the Benz on autor, word to the daughter Feel me black, ya' niggaz wanna beef, ya' niggaz betta squeeze Hope he left his memories and fact, assumin that I love That the streets and my gats, who hold me down? Who got my back?, no one, who holdin me down? Who got my back? shit my big guns makin you cowards run I hit the bitch all in the lungs son wack 'em When I flashed on 'em, I had his man turn an ass on 'em Cuz the dezzy was pointed on his headdy This niggaz ain't ready, dunn I dead crew And ain't got shit poppin on Channel One news Who the f**k is these dudes? niggaz wanna f**k Who the f**k wanna screw? I'm reach for my shit ready to blast one Doin jukes wit the one they say the mask on Yo hold me down your heart is low budget son You had one in the head but you didn't pull it son No time for fake-ness Be the first and last mistake you eva f**kin make bitch! Come out and stop hidin, deal wit the pressure Before I send hunger and gun to come get ya Wit 4-4's and betta, dumb-dumb's I bet ya You won't even feel wit when they kill ya So watch your back bitch! Cuz we ghetto gangsta shit, 41st side nigga Come on, cuz we comin, we comin, we comin 41st side what we here now Lets show 'em how we get down All I see is crime outside and truthfully I can't take it All these pains inside, don't think I'mma make it Shit!, the game is real so you must stay strong All I see is cats locked up and dead and gone I know cats that hate to take flicks Blood thick in the hip by lingua chicks Eager to strip, cornball slip, they knees stash closer to my dick Savage dude eatin food disturbin the eagle trips Son kissed to my lips bein bees played the concrete Snow in the summer to increase your heart-beat Duke, make it happen so retrovior right? But when I black out and cut ya'll in half and sayin it ain't right? Six building of the hook, henny and remy's Stand dawg lays in samy at your enemy Now they pass memories, I pal chicken til the death Legal raw or legal I'm covered so f**k the ATF Now fact the lord my thoughts are raw I'm capable to leave the sickness seemed to chair-fold Now the fair war, or severe any man hoar head Shots chest, shots squeeze til this red hot Bubble like where hustle and numb rocks Soften your hard rocks wit one shot And put your mind on your opposery Blood ooze on his rose-rary As I back away cautiously