You faggot-ass muh'fucker

Knock this nigga the fuck out, word to mother son





See y'all the kind of pussies had to pick up somethin

And y'all motherfuckers ain't stick up nuttin

So all you really doing's run around here frontin

But muh'fucker keep on stuntin





And homey you go NIGHT NIGHT, from the left and the right

And won't forget it for the rest of your life

After you go NIGHT NIGHT~! And I promise the same

For any lame who won't honor my aim, uhh

You go NIGHT NIGHT, from the left and the right

And won't forget it for the rest of your life

After you go NIGHT NIGHT~! And I promise the same

For any lame who won't honor my aim, uhh





Now ever since I went and brought the blend that got my pinky right

I've been makin niggaz wanna box more than Winky Wright

Cause when I'm on the block and I overhear the sneaky types

Sayin "Fuck 'Quence cause that nigga probably think he nice"

But they gon' pay a price for they frontin and they sidetalk

When I'm catch 'em slippin like there's ice on the sidewalk

It ain't my fault, that I was blessed with a two-piece

While you was on the ave gettin pressed for your new piece

But word hit the streets I made it spin like the whirl

We called him "Million Dollar Baby" cause he hit like a girl

Here's a jewel like a pearl you should often remember

If it wasn't for rap I'd be on "Contender"

I know I'm kind of slender, here's advice for your mans

Cause like the shell game I'm kinda nice with my hands

And even with the grands and my name in bright lights

Don't think I'd ever hesitate to make you go night night









Now let me drop the science like Tom Cruise

On why I keep the eye on every time you see Cons' cruise

Cause I know niggaz out here probably thinkin I'm on snooze

And if you thinkin THAT, then you niggaz are all fools

Cause you should know the rules any time you discuss I

You probably better all just go get in some shuteye

Or you'll get a shut eye, cause I've been puttin heads to bed

And we be rollin 20 deep, when we head to bed

So get some good night rest, or a good light vest

Cause ain't no tellin when the hood might press

And it's like 'Quence, don't be sleepin like insomniacs

Cause ain't no tellin when they creepin in them Pontiacs

Sippin that Cognac, and askin where the party at

So they can shoot my car with the gat

And I can see 'em in my dreams like Game tryin to heat my frame

But watch what happen when that street light change