Az The Visualiza At Night Lyrics

At Night Lyrics

I don't give a hell what you spit



Who you are, where you from...



This is...this is projects



I don't give a hell what you spit



Who you are, where you from



And who the hell you be gettin'



Urban wolves



Dream team baby



The sosa of the game has returned



Brooklyn



Black sopranos



Let's play







[Verse 1]



Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels



So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels



Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi



Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by



XK8, it's all good, the next they hate



Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight



See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay



Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves



My slow grind story niggas cosign for me



Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me



Adore me, respect niggas way before me



Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies



Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid



Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it



Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified



Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live







[Chorus]



 I don't give a hell what you spit



 Who you are, where you from...



This is projects



 I don't give a hell what you spit



 Who you are, where you from



 And who the hell you be gettin'



 



[Verse 2]



Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice



Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights



Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics



Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right



Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul



Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now



Immune to the murderous plots



Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot



Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock



A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot



Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow



Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo



Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish



Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it



Respect game, there's rules as a criminal



So recognize I'm a five star general



You touchin' who







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[Verse 3]



Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings



But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions



Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain



It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians



Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'



Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence



The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace



Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business



Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies



Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly



Hope heaven got a ghetto for us



In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us



Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence



Specialize foot notes for the adolescents



Locked in, there's beef in the game now



I know its deep but the streets know the name now



The war is on







[Chorus]