Edge Of Da Night

The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger

When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from going under

And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile

Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child

Meanwhile, something I gotta show you an I hope you can take it

Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it

Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you

When you stand up an see that I'm just showin' love to you

Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends

Caps I fucked with are real, but hey

Those are your friends

Its just what you got coming sometimes you don't know

What you asking for, did you ask for more?

Should the casket door swing here, it is done

An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run

Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster

It is comin' in the air? Yeah its getting' closer

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks

I could take that an hit 'em with the blazin' tracks

When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams

Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams

The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go

I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow

Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion

Some of us may do the winnin'

But we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin'

Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?

Jus that you were fuckin' ground

Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it

An I know that deep down you really don't want it

I woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father

Movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder

My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife

That's why I hit these motherfuckin' streets at night

Come on!

There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands

Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans

An a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog

Families by the truckload, fleein' them to the morgue

Full moon, arooooo, the howlin', grrrrrrr

An growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin'

Don't know love, can't show love

That means you gonna need more love

Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up

Talkin' out the side of your mouth is

What's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know

Why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse

Told her it was suicide, but you an I

Both knew the truth, for we'd never die

Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob

Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log

I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there

This is hell an we both here

Can you feel it? Tell me yeah