The night is on my The sun'll still But the is on my mind
So while I drop this rhyme
See, Jake be gettin illy when the sun get He be out for heads but shit don't let me start There's activities in the nighttime For the ghetto it seem to be the right time See, kids be getting with jewels and fly gimmicks Shorty see the action and then start to Running to the corner, the dice game is Looking at the loot, it seems so Puts the down, to be exact one pound He shakes the in his hand, then he lets it down Scared don't make none He a trick on the ace now he's out son Hits the local bodega to wolf a gyro Son is on a midnight run like De Spots a shorty standing on his block The fiends be him to pump so he asked it it's not Conversation he kicked to the shorty was a sly one intensity, cause damn she was a fly one Took her to the crib there she ran her About mind upliftment and being He and he sighed til 1:05 Then he finally realized that honey wasn't At he didn't plan on building for the evening Threw the Fila on the and said 'Come on yo, we leaving' out on the scene as he told her to beep him Saw his man Stan the blunt in his hand (Ah sh...) You the transaction gettin lost in the weed satisfaction Coming the block man loud as (fuck) You would swear Redman was the truck As the seemed darker, cops is on a hunt They your cipher, and crush your blunt See you your work at home so they pat you down for nothing Why in the does 10-4 keep fronting You push to the even though it's still dark The kid is nice on the hoop, he said 'I'll spot you
The night is on my The sun'll shine But now the is on my mind
The night is on your Ayo the sun'll still But now the night is on my
As for me I'm a animal, God concentrates On a young black man who makes the speakers shake The nighttime is busy, it's word to Kizzy the time we get down, yo son, you know the sound The flavas on the top with the rugged to back it The makes the aura and the Jake can't hack it The way the dangles in the midnight sky And the stars dance around, a-yo I think fly Intensity, rappers don't see it Spirit wise, musically, you be it Serenity and silence of the sounds and In the concrete jungle and the sun don't I think hard to find the words on how I feel I about a deuce twenty for the Ampex steel But let me slow down, I I ran my jibs enough Peace out to the Nation, rugged and rough
The night is on my The sun'll still The is on my mind
The night is on my The still shine But now the is on my mind