Long Night

See it was me, Lil Buck, and my nigga Lil Knife

And some thug ass fool I never seen in my life

We roll in Bobby's 'Lac with tha gold bones and vogues

Full grain

Cloth top

Steady pullin' them hoes

Tha nigga that I didn't know said he had some on a weed

And stoppin' by tha crib so he can get up on some cheese

I've seen shit in tha game as soon as he opened his mouth

We dropped him off tha fool went behind tha fuckin' house

I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass

Make me really not trust his busta ass

I looked around and somethin' just made my eye switch

Twenty mo niggaz dressed just like tha bitch

Not takin' no chances I'm knowin' it's a stick up

But when we tried to bail we got blocked by a pickup

Dropped tha fools tryin to test my pimpin'

To see what I'm all about

But speakin to soon I got blasted

When I stepped up out tha Cadillac

Vision blur I'm seein' 9-9

I was up on my back seein' a 6-6 up on a street sign

Lil Buck slamed right into them durves

Baby you want to scoop me as I cross straight to tha curb

My nigga Lil Knife let tha Tech start rippin' me

>From tha last hoes who still stood on they feet

Now we gettin' tha fuck up out of the hood

That was all wrong but takin some lifes made it right

It was a long night

It was a long night when I was locked down in 201

Back against tha wall smokin a square cuz it aint no fun

Watch them niggas fight over phone calls

Gettin' buck

Knowin' when they get they life sentence man they ass stuck

Niggas always nervous cuz they servin bustas with a swords

Pullin' tha real killaz, GD's, Crips and Vice Lords

Lower level aint a joke

A nigga got his neck broke

Thrown to tha ground like a bitch pickin' up tha soap

But I wasn't goin cas a nigga like me kept my shank

If a fool stepped to me his face'll be in tha paint

Waitin' for a guard talkin' smart

It'll be a fight

In 201 locked down

It was a long ass night

We caught them devils basement

I walked down tha hallway

Where tha walls are lined with candle light

Sacraficin'

Goin' it enter tha Triple Six Mafia gun room

Soon I will choose tha weapon I find most appropriate

For reasons I take tha Smith & Wesson and a Mac 10

Paul walked in he grabbed a street sweeper

Grim Reaper and a Glock 19

Crunchy Black he took tha goddamn M-16

Boo called tha Koopsta

Told him to get tha shovel ready for burial

Of the bodies

Lets put them on Unsolved Mysteries

Ease please creep up in tha trees with tha night scope

And held it on tha blunt can blow nothin' but red dope

Them niggas died in a blast we stuck they gas in

Motha fuckin' Triple six assassins