Long Night

36 Mafia

Composición de: DJ Paul
See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife 
And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life 
We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues 
Full grain 
Cloth top 
Steady pullin' them hoes 
Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had some on a weed 
And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese 
I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth 
We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house 
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass 
Make me really not trust his busta ass 
I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch 
Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch 
Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up 
But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup 
Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin' 
To see what I'm all about 
But speakin to soon I got blasted 
When I stepped up out tha Cadillac 
Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9 
I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign 
Lil Buck slamed right into them durves 
Baby you want to scoop me as I cross straight to tha curb 
My nigga Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me 
>From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet 
Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood 
That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right 
It was a long night 


It was a long night when I was locked down in 201 
Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun 
Watch them niggas fight over phone calls 
Gettin' buck 
Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck 
Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords 
Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords 
Lower level aint a joke 
A nigga got his neck broke 
Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap 
But I wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank 
If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint 
Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart 
It'll be a fight 
In 201 locked down 
It was a long ass night 


We caught them devils basement 
I walked down tha hallway 
Where tha walls are lined with candle light 
Sacraficin' 
Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room 
Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate 
For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10 
Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper 
Grim Reaper and a Glock 19 
Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16 
Boo called tha Koopsta 
Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial 
Of the bodies 
Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries 
Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope 
And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope 
Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in 
Motha fuckin' Triple six assassins
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