Nitelife - NRG Lyrics
Pass that shit,pull the clip from your hip,pull the *****in trigger now,if you down like this,got the hammer *****ed back,if you shoot,don't miss,cuz you gonna get it back,and my gat gonna hit,in the middle of your face,lower nose,top lip,9 millie,black grip,finger tip don't slip,not a blood,nor a crip,just another mutha*****er with a couple of his brothers and a twitch,no skip no glitch no punk no *****,nobody does shit when you roll this thick,and we roll like this,and we roll like this.(i said nobody else)K-DubEnergy is full, adrenaline rush,gearin up like a car pedal and clutch,haven't had enough but I never had muchhaven't had a lot, but I live with what I got,I don't know what I would do if this shit stop,slow it down a little bit, roll the window down a little bit,I'm about light a spliff and I don't give a shit,2 puff pass to the left that's it,2 full glasses of yak,I'm ripped2 walk pass thinkin that's that chick from last week with nice assand beautiful tits, and it's that nitelife shit from the northside click.chorusI do it for myself and nobody else, nobody else,comin,and we bringin the most.can't go back cuz we've come too close, come too close,comin and we bringin the most.2xF-BombYou get it we jus puttin clothes on our backs,its gonna be a long time till we can relax,so we speak on these tracks,and you repeatin them back,seein us pass,but you can't see through the glass,don't ask if ya don't want the *****in answer,back up,don't want to be made an example,we can roll,give a ***** if you up in the land rove,we in the Yukon and we poppin out the manholes,public announcers seein us on every channel,don't give a ***** yeah we still rockin flannel,too hot to handle burnin double sided candles,too hard to handle and drippin off the mantle.chorusRawI shoot don't miss I load full clips I grip my A.R. tighter than my *****,.45 in the pillow case in case you think you slick,wanna run up on me,I gotta iron clad crib,and yeah ya know that I got dreams,got liquor, got green,and a fist full of guns,that look like they from the s.w.a.t team, whatcha wanna stop me,never,my shoulder's so cold thatchu gonna need a sweater,snow boots, and gloves, cuz we only gettin better,better get the name right, it's Nitelife Records.( nobody else)FuryFury energy,full throttle on the clutch,livin in a world where the people outta touch,hearts so big you could use it as a crutch,Nitelife crew, diamonds in the ruff,hata's like you gotta act tuff,livin off a little, but a little is enough, see,I don't need to flash,wanna talk that trash, hey,you don't even know us, basically we coke man,you can *****in blow us, we can break it down quick,or we can break it down slowly,either way we ride, energy is high and we can French fry em if the beef's supersized,cuz life comes first, then we spit the verse which always gives birth, to the energy we need, which indeed is similar to crack and speed,we do it for ourselves and nobody else, nobody else.chorus
