Intro (We Own The Night Pt. 2)

[Intro: Jim Jones]

Vampire Life (huh, shit)

What happened to the hustle?

Triple A

Niggas don’t sell drugs no more

[Chorus: Sen City]

Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)

Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)

These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)

Bitches hit me before I'm free

Just hit me before I'm free

Ayeeeeee

[Chorus: Trav]

Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me

Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie

Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie

Nigga, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie

Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit

I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing

Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit

I Do this all again

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

A couple hittas got cased up (real rap), I guess it's been a long year (Harlem)

Sellin drugs will get you caked up, it can also get you long years (daddy-9o)

A ghetto nigga, in some foreign wheels

And the coke is so high, man, it's hard to deal

And they took 300k of mine in large bills

And it's crazy when the stickup kids start to kill

Things different, get with the times

Happened to the hustle, the nickel and the dime (grunt)

Started as a pumper, ended at lieutenant (right)

And the trips outta town got the bitch to get the rent in (unknown adlib)

Niggas on the block, gettin chased by the Ds

Niggas on the run, gettin fake ID (shhhh)

Jimmy buy a car, just to race IVs

It’s a metaphor for life, no break, just speed (Damn I need the Benz)

And you can still hit me up, for a face to face (yeah)

I let the fiend cook the brick up, and he can taste the base (I let him taste)

I used to have 2 shifts between 8 and 8

And I was at the BBQ, bitch, paper plates (ha ha ha ha)

This one for my niggas still pushin, stashing lawyer money in case you ever hit the bookings (forreal-y)

Stunt on these niggas, every time you get the feeling (uh huh)

Don't forget to pray, every time you hit the ceeling

[Chorus: Sen City]

Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)

Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)

These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)

Bitches hit me before I'm free

Just hit me before I'm free

Ayeeeeee

[Verse 3: Mel Matrix]

Authentic nigga, you a fraud (official)

Black and blue his eyes, call him Snoop Dogg (get em)

I'm shootin out the window, what the coupe cost (boom)

And talking slick, boy’ll get your head scorched

I'll have the shooters on your front porch (billy up)

To shoot a nigga off his high horse (Tato)

Your G pass revoked, goonies be swarmin on me, like I'm part of a cult (sooo woooo)

And bringing it there, that ain’t smart

Have you straight, yellow tape, and outlined with the chalk

And every drum got a hundred rounds

Imma gun a nigga down, that's on the pound

[Chorus: Sen City]

Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)

Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)

These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)

Bitches hit me before I'm free

Just hit me before I'm free

Ayeeeeee

[Chorus: Trav]

Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me

Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie

Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie

Nigga, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie

Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit

I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing

Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit

I Do this all again

[Verse 4: T.W.O]

Went from old money to new money (uh huh)

As much as I blow fast, I blews money (yes sir)

From the hood to New Jerus homie (huh)

Lil’ bitch used to hold a deuce deuce homie

From the black seat to the black Bent

Designer I rock, not from the outlet

These foreigncars ain’t even out yet

Feel like I run the game, running for the cheeseeeeee x2

I feel like I run the game, running for the cheese

[Chorus: Sen City]

Gettin this pack money, I never die (die)

Shoot at me, I’m gon let it ride (ride)

These hoes on me, I never mind (never mind)

Bitches hit me before I'm free

Just hit me before I'm free

Ayeeeeee

[Chorus: Trav]

Summertime's here, I still got this hammer on me

Sun up to sundown, I'm just tryna get it, homie

Tell me that it’s love around here, I don't feel it, homie

Nigga, ain’t no handouts here, I took it, homie

Do this all again, I wouldn't change nothing, shit

I wouldn't change, do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing

Do this shit again, I wouldn’t change nothing, shit

I Do this all again