Styles P
Air of the Night
Shit we'd rather die 'fore we cry broke
Go and rob a n***a, take the money and buy coke
All for a whip, a couple kicks and a fly coat
Shit we might flip if we ain't able to buy smoke
If we hopeless are we able to buy hope?
Still don't get a thrill and I kick it like Tae Bo
Deal with the demons
No sleep, I ain't been dreaming
Only nightmares what I'm seeing
What's it gon' take?
I guess another funeral or wake
But these n***as wanna see you upstate
N***a this is Betty Crocker shit, Johnson & Johnson
N***a I'm talking 'bout powder and cake
More green than the forest
Aim real mean with the taurus
And my man said I need to read Asura
N***a this the closest to religion I'm a get
Leave a body on the stoop
To let the n***as get my drift
Or better yet the draft
Subtract the bodies, you could do the math
Do you really wanna walk down this path?
Yeah I'm in good health, living a sick life
Doing wrong shit but it's getting me rich right
Looking at the cars and the crib
Is it worth what I did?
But who can I ask "can i live"?
I don't really know so that's why I'm hard as it get
But I still ask god to forgive
N***a...