edge of da night

the best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when i was younger, when it was hunger that stopped the nigga from goin' under, and you wonder, why i pat you on your head, smile, look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child, meanwhile, somethin' i gotta show you an i hope you can take it, gonna leave you in the desert, an i hope that you make it, gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you, when you stand up an see that i'm just showin' love to you, other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends, caps i fucked with are real, but hey, those are your friends, its just what you got comin' sometimes you don't know, what you askin' for, did you ask for more?, should the casket door swing here, it is done, an thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run, nigga died with his gun still up in the holster, it is comin' in the air? yeah its getting' closer, i see life through many shades of grays and blacks, i could take that an hit 'em with the blazin' tracks, when i make that you fake cats have violent dreams, takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams, the devil got a hold on me an he won't let go, i can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead slow, let 'em know that amidst all this confusion, some of us may do the winnin', but we all do the losin' its just who does the choosin', easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?, jus that you were fuckin' ground, bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it, an i know that deep down you really don't want it, i woulda traded the chance of bein' the child with a father, movin' talent and bein' able to survive when its harder, my balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife, that's why i hit these motherfuckin' streets at night, come on!, there's a lotta shit that i let slide, cuz its outta my hands, lotta niggas i let ride, but its not in my plans, an a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog, families by the truckload, fleein' them to the morgue, full moon, arooooo, the howlin', grrrrrrr, an growlin', shhhhhh, an prowlin', don't know love, can't show love, that means you gonna need more love, than on old thug, but hold up, roll up, talkin' out the side of your mouth is, what's gonna is what's gonna let niggas know, why you bad in your house, an they lie up to your spouse, told her it was suicide, but you an i, both knew the truth, for we'd never die, listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob, cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log, i can smell it in the air, i can tell when its there, this is hell an we both here, can you feel it? tell me yeah