Edge Of Da Night

(álbum: Unleashed & Unreleased - 1998)

The best of y'all niggas remind me of myself when I was younger
When it was hunger that stopped the nigga from going under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, something I gotta show you an I hope you can take it
Gonna leave you in the desert, an I hope that you make it
Gotta put you on your ass to see what it does to you
When you stand up an see that I'm just showing love to you
Other niggas would put a slug through you, over your ends
Cats I fuck with are real, but hey
Those are your friends
Its just what you got coming sometimes you don't know
What you asking for, did you ask for more?
Shut the casket door, this one here is done
An thought you was a killer, you swore you'd never run
Nigga died with his gun still up in the holster
It is coming in the air? Yeah its getting' closer

I see life through many shades of grays and blacks
I could take that an hit 'em with the blazing tracks
When I make that you fake cats have violent dreams
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me an he won't let go
I can feel the lord pulling but he moving dead slow
Let 'em know that amidst all this confusion
Some of us may do the winning
But we all do the losing its just who does the choosing
Easy goin up or down what have you been provin'?
Jus that you were fucking ground
Bitch seen the bullshit, but never spoke on it
An I know that deep down you really don't want it
I woulda traded the chance of being the child with a father
Moving talent and being able to survive when its harder
My balance on the high beams of life, keep my dreams in strife
That's why I hit these motherfucking streets at night
Come on!

There's a lotta shit that I let slide, cuz its outta my hands
Lotta niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
An a lot of my mans is not seeing through the fog
Families by the truckload, fleeing them to the morgue
Full moon, arooooo, the howling, grrrrrrr
An growling, shhhhhh, an prowling
Don't know love, can't show love
That means you gonna need more love
Than on old thug, but hold up, roll up
Talking out the side of your mouth is
What's gonna let niggas know
Why you got in your house, an they lie up to your spouse
Told her it was suicide, but you an I
Both knew the truth, for we'd never die
Listen nigga, if you scared, get a dog, but be prepared, for the mob
Cuz you dead up in the fog, an that's your head by the log
I can smell it in the air, I can tell when its there
This is hell an we both here
Can you feel it? Tell me yeah