[Verse 1: SPM]
  Now spread the word
  I got them bricks on the dead end streets
  And watch them jump out boys
  Cause they rollin ten deep
  Creep crawlin the night
  Ya know the deal
  In the muthafuckin Hill
  We all strapped to kill
  Chill hittin licks in the wind that never ceases
  Mad cause they askin me for three dollar pieces
  How the fuck I'm suppoesed to come up
  Of a shy move
  Run up on a twenty and get yo ass an ice cube
  It ain't nuthin why you bumpin in yo Cutlass
  Jus understand the roughness
  Never cut for the gutless
  Cause it's do or die
  You ask
  Who am I?
  I was a heartbreaker ever since junior high
  Eye of the public
  The Brown be a suspect
  So the streets taught me to be loveless
  Causin rawkus
  In a dope fiends bucket
  My two favorite subjects were
  Shut it and fuck it
    [Chorus: SPM]
  The night shift
  Young hustlers workin grave yards
  The night shift
  Street soldiers workin grave yards
  My nine be
  Beside me
  Tonight we
  Work the night shift
  My nine be
  Beside me
  Tonight we
  Work the night shift
    [Verse 2: Pimpstress]
  It's yo midnight mistress
  Playa named Pimpstress
  I keep it crunk handle AH on my business
  Queen of the click
  Fiend for my shit
  I'm sucked and corrupt
  Sixteen in my click
  From black and mop
  You can't crack my style
  Playa hatin bitches make me crack a smile
  Tonight
  With whoride
  In the moonlight
  My feria ruka sound like the fuckin chula
  Fools die
  Fuckin wit my feria
  Daddy steaks wanna marry the
  Emperiala
  Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine
  The three devils brought us deep in the dope game
  So strange
  True G's won't change
  Close range
  Left ya boys wit no brains
  Street zombies
  Takin out posses
  Dangerous hobbies
  Jus call me
    [Chorus: SPM]
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    [Verse 3: SPM]
  Alone in my home
  Cock my gats
  I'm known for my dope so I watch for jacks
  Keep out burglar
  Come on in
  Bring all yo men let the games begin
  Pumpin em in the cheek man I
  Hot shots comin out my banana
  Got plans like Santa Anna
  Got balls like Tony Montana
  Trick or treat
  Feel my heat
  Hear my muthafuckin drum beats
  Don't believe the tales from my hood?
  Come see
  This ain't no joke you can smoke
  This ain't no wonderland
  I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand
  I pop mine
  With a glock nine
  Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign
  Be the one never
  You come I come better
  Bring yo umbrella
  I bring the rough weather
  Pleasure one pleasure
  Choppin up chedder
  Ya whole crew get done by one fella
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  [Repeat 1x]