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2009-07-21

Midnight

Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension The nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpin'' Big Daddy the nigga was definitely flowin' I was ridin' shotgun, Donald and Hen in back Look through the tint recognized a jack Two brothers strolled up talkin' 'bout get out Donald D blazed shot one fool through his f**kin' mouth Why would they step when they know we're strapped? I never cruise L.A without a gat in my lap The other fool shot caught the E in the shoulder blade I busted through the car door that's where the nigga laid Hen jumped out dropped two nines in his forehead Evil was bleedin' bad, the car seats were turnin' red Looked to my left there were two more carloads Niggas in hats and hoods, in an attack mode And they hadn't yet begun to fight E hit the gas, it was one past midnight Take me on a walk through hell South Central Yo, E, drive! Drive, man drive, man! f**k it! Just get the f**k outta here, man! We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G.'s Spun out on Vermont, made a left on Colden Right on Hoover, E where we goin'? He didn't even answer that Checked the rear view they were still out back Where were these brothers from? What made these brothers come? Bang! our back window was removed by a shotgun Now Hen G was shot, Don caught a ricochet These motherf**kers was ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot the gas tank to fake death But would this really keep them psyched? Three of us bleedin', it was ten past midnight! Midnight, time for a homicide South Central C'mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here I really didn't like how this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time, wrong f**kin' part of town Ya see we was deep in the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin', that shit don't look good! See over there red don't grow Some places red's all they know But not our luck, tonight we was real f**ked Broke down an alley and we instantly had to duck f**kin' police on a gang sweep No time to deal with one time so we had to creep Broke through a back yard, ran through a vacant lot E, Hen and Don kept up to be some niggas shot Shit was gettin' crazy, so I had to get busy Hen was bleedin' worse and Evil was gettin' dizzy Looked in a parkin' lot, I needed a snatch bar Had the hot wire, so I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but f**k it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two blocks later we saw f**kin' blue lights The pigs were behind us, it was half past midnight! Take me on a walk through hell South Central You all just lay down on the floor if this car, man f**k the police, man, I'm a handle this When they pulled us over shit got worse I wait until they got out and then I hit reverse f**ked 'em up, I seen one cop fall Threw it in gear, yo I'm outty ya'll Don't know how but somehow we got away Lost the jackers, the cops, dumped the G.T.A Made it back to the hood, fixed the crew up And even though Evil's car blew up We made it home and then I crashed out Thinkin' 'bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep The sound of f**kin' police when they're tryin' to creep Broke through my door with no goddamn warning Looked at my watch it was six in the mornin'

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