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Good Night

This song is by Brotha Lynch Hung and appears on the compilation album The Ripgut Collection (2007).

I mix it with a bit of bakin soda
In this crack sack in the back pack before I make 'em older
I put 'em in the game, nigga imma franchise player
Put it in his brain, nigga, than a zen dialator
Roll in the quiet, I pull heavy metal when you can fry quick
Like sizzline, all I wanna know, is is he clean
If it's not, it's right off the levy, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his backseat, lookin' like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Rock
Before I'm leavin' 'em leavin' you bleedin on yo block

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
And too many live, when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it

I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got, beef
Believe me nigga I do blow hella niggas brains out
Fuckin' wit mine, 'cause what I do got, I got it while I was stuck on the grind
Carryin two glocks, gettin' off these rocks, gettin' my rocks off
Fuckin' slut bitches with nines until it pops off
Fuckin' stuck dicks in ya mind - fuckin' ya block off (nigga)
Fuck you faggots, you niggas talk soft

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
And too many live, when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it

I'll put ya brains in a trash compactor, I'm smashin backwards
And blastin at ya spot with the mac n
I gets to crackin' like a bad hair gaskin
I'll take ya nuts, to ya momma in a basket
I don't give a fuck, touch 'em up quicker than earl shine
Dip on that ass in the pearl white and then good night
Don't even fight, just let it go, and too many live
When they get hit with the technical, but I don't sweat it though
Imma blocc nigga like C-Bo, make ya bleed slow
Jumpin' over you niggas like I was Eval Knievel
When I hit that right strapped up, you G niggas betta back up, pack up
'Cause bodies bout to stack up, when the moseroty wearin black stuff
And I'm back in the cut, fuckin' it up, you young niggas betta wait yours
Imma sicko psycho run in the house get so psycho blood type-O
Dancin with the devil with my hands on heavy metal, oh
On every level go, when I put the pedal to the flo
It's good night...

Some say I'm sicka than syphilis nigga get the picture?
I'll rip ya spleen out and cook it and go have dinner wit ya
I'm sicker than head like Charles Michael than it takes, to get ya
To paint different pictures if it's in the way hit ya with the siccness
Get this nigga imma keep it gangsta
See you in the club and run up on ya ass then bank ya
Ain't the, nigga to be fuckin' with when I got revenue
If anybody got niggas that'll roll by and pop you, nigga, Kevin do
I gots ta keep it that way, carry the outlaw like who is you?
I'm in grand blue like imma Dallas cowboy
24 on my jersey hit 'em up by the 03
In the morning catch 'em stretchin and yawnin
And stretch 'em out on the lawn and we're so dirty
I put 'em in trash bags and put 'em in the backyard
Like I was livin' in Baghdad, I be givin' niggas they hat back
And they heart in my backpack, and they guts and they nuts
And they intestines up in the Cadillac
Good night, don't even fight, I split that black flag
Niggas got it mixed up like baking soda in a crack sack
Gotta get ya back cracked open, imma southside strangler
Creepin' up in all black like Oakland imma be the thang in ya

Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
And too many live, when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it I just know
It's all ready betta get used to it

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