J-Dawg Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Murda Afta Midnight Lyrics

f/ Ice Mike

 

 Chorus: J-Dawg & Ice Mike (repeat 4X)

 

 Have you ever seen a killa after midnight?

 Nigga don't trip, my pistol grip's up in your shit, right?

 

 [First Verse: J-Dawg]

 Four deep in the G-Ride

 We high on my side

 Got the pump and I'm dumpin' pellets

 Bet'cha won't live, you won't go tell it

 Face down, with your stomach swellin'

 No tellin' what a nigga might do when the nightfall, 

 you ain't safe when it's dark

 Try to run and I'ma give chase

 I'm in your face nigga, no place for ya when the shit start

 Park, you don't understand

 You was once a man

 But now you're food for the fishes

 Muthafucka what the camp be like? Nigga we tight for life

 And we don't fool with them bitches

 We vicious creatures we disregard it

 You're dearly departed

 Fallin' to the wayside, tryin' to play fly

 Hate to die, but everybody got a date to die

 We can't lie when the gun dump, collect money & lust, nigga mafia style

 With the seventeen shot glock, on your Mom's block

 Steady poppin' her child

 Take it Uptown nigga don't fuck around Downtown

 It's like Barnum & Bailey

 I'm harmin' 'em daily

 Protect yourself cuz I'm comin', it's hailing

 No peace for the police, or the poor peeps

 Don't get no sleep in the ghetto

 I gotta put up with some more beef

 so I go to sleep with heat til' I freeze, never let go

 Collect four more niggas in a chest

 With the maximum sentence it's time to get ghost

 In the wrong place at the wrong time, in a long line

 You find you fixin' to die cuz I'm gettin' close

 Now have you ever seen a killa after midnight?

 Nigga don't trip cuz I got the pistol-grip pump 

 with a four, better get it right

 Many nights I done shit, by any means bitch, you either kill or get killed

 Catch a nigga down bad

 I'ma lay his ass flat on his back until his cabbage get peeled

 For real

 

 Chorus

 

 [Second Verse: Ice Mike]

 Straight out the W.B.

 With out the thirty-eight, Mack-11 spittin'

 Unexpected drive-by killin'

 Rollin' backwards

 Hittin' murderers

 Swervin' around, killin' when I'm dumpin'

 Stop it when I unlock it, see bodies droppin'

 From the poppin', to the pavement

 Headstone engravements

 Death is irreversable, let bustas take it personal

 Workin', makin' these paid hits

 Can't fade this

 Killa in the process of bein' made bitch

 Under the full moon, we locin' and smokin' niggas who think we jokin'

 Brains hang with a proper bang that's how I'm leavin' 'em open

 Bulletholes smokin' like hocus-pocus abracadabra

 Five G's, beheaded dead, that's what I'm after nigga

 Have you ever seen a muthafuckin' killa?

 

 (J-Dawg) If you rebel, you catchin' shells all up inside ya nigga

 (Ice Mike) Have you ever seen a muthafuckin' killa?

 

 (J-Dawg)

 Muthafucka better ride a train, or jump ship

 When the shit get thick, niggas just don't know that you all gonna die

 

 Chorus

 

 [Third Verse: J-Dawg]

 Say dogg, nigga don't trip when I'm off the fifth

 It might cause me to click and then I go left

 When I hit the block, it don't stop, 

 but the main thing you need to watch is your step

 Go catch the bullet and form the line, cuz you was invited to meet death

 Cold over a breeze, hand over your keys

 Damn nigga then you die with your keys wet

 Regret fuckin' with a nigga like me, cuz I be the Son of Sam

 You don't understand?

 You don't disrespect no man with a fuckin' gun in his hand

 Understand, the way I be layin' and prayin', God, forgive me dogg

 Sometimes I be talkin' and then I be wonderin' 

 is he too busy to hear when I call?

 Slip and you fall, put a price up on his head

 Nigga dead, you just don't know

 Got that infra-red to the back of his head

 Nigga dead when he hit the floor

 Bitch I'm both, the rapper slash backwards slash nigga with a gun

 Killa tryin' to run? One gone come

 With the funk and break him off some

 No more sun

 

 Chorus (2x)