Представляем точный текст композиции "The Midnight Creep" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 1st Infantry . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Midnight Creep» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 1st Infantry передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
1st Infantry - "The Midnight Creep"
Lyrics to The Midnight Creep : (feat. Havoc, Twin) [Havoc] I give em to em gutter, straight gutter Aint no other way to spit it, my nizzy, just fall easy Niggaz want a peace treaty, wanna bring the calm But when its on, aint a thing that can stop the pound Tear a fella a ass, a new ass at that Glad to clap, never that, we had to clap Nigga do it to they self, when they force the hand Make me blast, how you trynna play me man Like niggaz over here, dont get down for theirs I need some man time, who got the fuckin jack in here Where, ever I leave, my heads my home And if possible, always take my gat where I roam These slugsll take the bass outta niggaz voice quick But, once we gangsta, now moist the shit Scramble, he hit, how you like the scenery bitch Keep ya eyes on my hands, fuck who you seeing me with [Chorus x2: Havoc] Yo, I dont know you, you dont know me Just mind your own business, everythingll be sweet We dont talk over here, we just speak with the heat You dont wanna see a nigga, on that midnight creep [Twin Gambino] And that chains over here, Im just still bustin my gun Still rippin on your shorties, wildin out with my dunns On the grind, dont do nothing dumb, just hold ya head Cuz the rest of my soldiers, stressed out in jail With on bail, facing the rest of they life We got to get it right and keep it tight, and stay on the low For them assholes, clockin our dough, love when I flow Keep doing that shit, they gots to go Infamous Mobb gots to blow, pounds of dro Makin all the shorties, gettin down on the floor From that Murda Muzik shit, thatll make ya flip And dump a clip, in a nigga that be talkin shit We think sick, check the credits, we get busy And grimey, and gritty, when we livin in the city Its haters, traders, fake ass playas Come to QBC, and nobody could save ya [Chorus x2] [Havoc] Of course we keep it gangsta, straight gangsta Niggaz know it, I dont have to prove it, or show it The gun bark, and the bite is a mutha, a killa A playa, lay it down, a four pounder The calm downer, when niggaz act a little too active Smack kids into next week, little bastards Yall cats think Im playin with this rap shit Im here to take it to the top, you fuckin faggots [Chorus x2] [ The Midnight Creep Lyrics ]
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