[1st Verse (Bun B)]
Well when the moon comes up and the sun goes down
And the street lights start comin' on in the town
When the kids go insideand old foks go to sleep
Thats when real G's come out on the creep
Midnight movin through the city on the low
Sippin' on some sizurp and smokin on some dro
Got the TVs on, both my screens on flow
Pop trunk on dis bitch and i'm ready to go
You never know what the night might hold
At the hour of the fungus actin way too cold
You see work gettin bought, and work gettin sold
If you real you can roll, but if you fake you might fold
Now a days its a struggle to survive
Some of these dark alley ways will eat you alive
I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
And show these mother fuckers how its done
When your late night creepin.....
[chorus (Bun B)]
Cuz we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
In the late night
Thats w, thats w,
Thats when real G's c come out on the creep
[2nd Verse (Bun B)]
I got my two 4-5s and they loaded and locked
Keep em' both on cock for i step on the block
It's the grave yard shit cuz we out on the grind
And we don't care about time cuz its money on mind
We the first ones out tryin to get us some bread
We aint worried bout sleep fuck goin to bed
We the last ones to leave after hittin them stangs
Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang
I do my thing and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it
I'm programmed automatic with this G shit
And that go for every other cat you see me with
Glock turned on with the burn on the hip
I'm blowin on the deuce by the candy painted whip
I'ma grip my grain, and cock my gun
And show these mother fuckers how its done
When your late night creepin.....
[chorus (Bun B)]
Cuz we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
Cuz we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
[Verse 3 (Skinhead Rob)]
In the late night better get your face right
Everything sells, bitches to the bass pipe
I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light
Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight
I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks
I aint braggin homie these are just the cold facts
We known to hold gats and nobody hold back
Fuck a cheap shot i'll take out your whole back
So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip
Aint nobody walk away cuz aint nobody give a shit
Bitch i'm livin and i love it it's beautiful
Somethin like the smell of crap when i'm watchin your noodle blow
We famous pharmisuticals and breakin the bits
We blazin two up in the cuticals to breakin the bread
Don't give a shit you never heard of us
We known among the murderous
For toatin heavy metal push the good shit pour the purple up
[chorus (Bun B)]
Cuz we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
Cuz we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its time to flip
You can find me
Rollin through the hood leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowel on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck we just late night creepin'
Don't Die Lyrics – Bun-B (feat. Talib Kweli & Colin Munroe)
[chorus]
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
[Bun B]
look here homeboy its time to stop playin'
the world is gettin' crazy especially the hood i stay in
the old ways of the world is just decayin'
for better or for worse, i dont no, but all im sayin'
is day in and day out is the same old same, the same old players and the same old game
we make a couple dollars then we spend it
herdin in the drop but we always pretend it
like its all good but its all bad cause its slow, and we really cant move it like we used to no more (no more)
so we hustle just to keep up the illusion, we always winnin' we all or we losin'
lets keep it real, dont sweep the shit under the rug
dont nobody die rich from selling drugs
they just die (just die, just die)
now thats cold but thats true, so tell me what the fuck is yo ass gon' do
[chorus]
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
[talib kweli]
damn it feels good to see people up on it
you can feel it in the air like sequel up on it
they dont know im rich, cause i dont flaunt it
already a target like the local with the scope on it
ate the food on your plate, im back for seconds
u dude's got it backward like the black sabbath record, check it
its like they tryin to get the message
we deep in the recession people reachin for their weapons, bleh
hunger said it make a peaceful mutherfucker violent
motivation niggas b whilin when their stomach growls
express yourself to strength in numbers no one wants an honest speak your mind, but always respect the code of silence (shhhhh)
brooklyn dudes quick to buck ya
but the quick its sticky the blood is too thick
the quicker picker upers, hey
you can bring bounty, shit its in your clothes
bring dounty
you cant get rid of it
[chorus]
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
(I mean......... ill roots)
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
[Bun B]
look here homeboy its time to stop playin'
the world is gettin' crazy especially the hood i stay in
the old ways of the world is just decayin'
for better or for worse, i dont no, but all im sayin'
is day in and day out is the same old same, the same old players and the same old game
we make a couple dollars then we spend it
herdin in the drop but we always pretend it
like its all good but its all bad cause its slow, and we really cant move it like we used to no more (no more)
so we hustle just to keep up the illusion, we always winnin' we all or we losin'
lets keep it real, dont sweep the shit under the rug
dont nobody die rich from selling drugs
they just die (just die, just die)
now thats cold but thats true, so tell me what the fuck is yo ass gon' do
[chorus]
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
[talib kweli]
damn it feels good to see people up on it
you can feel it in the air like sequel up on it
they dont know im rich, cause i dont flaunt it
already a target like the local with the scope on it
ate the food on your plate, im back for seconds
u dude's got it backward like the black sabbath record, check it
its like they tryin to get the message
we deep in the recession people reachin for their weapons, bleh
hunger said it make a peaceful mutherfucker violent
motivation niggas b whilin when their stomach growls
express yourself to strength in numbers no one wants an honest speak your mind, but always respect the code of silence (shhhhh)
brooklyn dudes quick to buck ya
but the quick its sticky the blood is too thick
the quicker picker upers, hey
you can bring bounty, shit its in your clothes
bring dounty
you cant get rid of it
[chorus]
you can run for your life
you can stay here and fight
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
you can open your mind
you can fall you can fly
just dont die (dont die)
just dont die, die, die, die
(I mean......... ill roots)
Don't Go lyrics - Bun-b
[Verse 1:]
She A Dime Piece Top Flight Brand
She Thick And She Stylish And She Tight Man
And Everynight Man When The Lights Low
She Good Man High Pro Nitro
Always Give Me What I Desire
All Night Long Never Get Tired
Its That Fire Its That Flame
Hit That One Time Youll Never Be The Same
Its The Tiger You Cant Tame
And If You Get Bitched You Got Nobody To Blame
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
[Verse 2:]
She Said She Hate When Im Not Home
Its Like Every Other Day Man In Gone
Chasing Out Cheddar Tryin To Get Paid
But She Rather Have Me Home Tryin To Get Laid
She Keep A Good Real House
She Can Cook She Can Clean No Doubt
She Keep Herself Looking Good
And The Engine Gonna Purr If I Check Under The Hood
Under The Hood Wish I Could She Know I Cant
She Begging Me To Stay But She Know I Aint
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
[Verse 3:]
Now She Blocking Off The Exit
She Tryin To Have My Keys And My Necklace
Telling Me To Come Sex This Acting All Reckless
Girl You On Some Next Shit
Getting Hotter Than A Candle Lit
I Dont Know If I Can Handle It
Babygirl So Scandelous
She Come Any Closer I Might Have to Dismantle It
Mantle It Beat It Out The Frame For Her
The Bed Hotter Than A Flamethrower
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
She A Dime Piece Top Flight Brand
She Thick And She Stylish And She Tight Man
And Everynight Man When The Lights Low
She Good Man High Pro Nitro
Always Give Me What I Desire
All Night Long Never Get Tired
Its That Fire Its That Flame
Hit That One Time Youll Never Be The Same
Its The Tiger You Cant Tame
And If You Get Bitched You Got Nobody To Blame
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
[Verse 2:]
She Said She Hate When Im Not Home
Its Like Every Other Day Man In Gone
Chasing Out Cheddar Tryin To Get Paid
But She Rather Have Me Home Tryin To Get Laid
She Keep A Good Real House
She Can Cook She Can Clean No Doubt
She Keep Herself Looking Good
And The Engine Gonna Purr If I Check Under The Hood
Under The Hood Wish I Could She Know I Cant
She Begging Me To Stay But She Know I Aint
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
[Verse 3:]
Now She Blocking Off The Exit
She Tryin To Have My Keys And My Necklace
Telling Me To Come Sex This Acting All Reckless
Girl You On Some Next Shit
Getting Hotter Than A Candle Lit
I Dont Know If I Can Handle It
Babygirl So Scandelous
She Come Any Closer I Might Have to Dismantle It
Mantle It Beat It Out The Frame For Her
The Bed Hotter Than A Flamethrower
She Know I Gotta Get Back To My Stack
But When I Try To Leave Shell Be Callin Me Back
[Chorus:]
You Know I Gotta Get On My Grind
I Dont Play With My Money Or My Time
She Know I Gotta Get Back To The Bread
But When Everytime I Try To Leave Baby Sad
You Know I Gotta Leave Cant Stay
You Know Im Coming Back Another Day
I Gotta Get Back To Stacking Cheese
But When I Try To Go Baby Said Please
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