Jugganot - The Nightshift lyrics

(Intro) Yo breddren, you look so f**ed up You look so f** up breddren Yo g, I've been bleaching for days Haven't slept, haven't eaten, know what I mean I'm just trying to make this money you know what I mean People at home have to eat rude boy, straight up (Jugganot) Yo, after midnight, n***a's don't want to been seen in the streetlight The street life is toxic to your body and the heat might Cause a n***a that you always thought would be tight To ROB you cause you made too much money last night When it gets dark outside, n***a's get dark inside And when stressed, some how well put one in your moms chest But lets not forget the five-o Cause if your heart says no tell the rock head to blow Cause they will smoke that sh** to make the charge stick Half of them smoke sh** anyway All y'all nightshift n***a's know who I'm talking about The shady figures strangling n***a's and yelling, "Spit it out" (Get on the f**ing floor) The heats so high you have to chip it out Rap it individually and keep it in your mouth But we still poor and we still survive And we still chop non-stop until the sunrise G home get something to eat, take a load off my feet I'll probably only get four hour's sleep Cause my phone only chooses to blow up when I'm tired as f** Now they got me asking myself, what's worth more my health or the money? Asking myself these things as I go to chop my rusty My mom says I'm gonna die quick if I don't stop selling sh** But every time that I try to quit I have visions of my moms eating dog food and sh** Yo, on the nightshift...nightshift Its not happening, huh, straight up Chorus (x 2) Yo on the nightshift, its just you against the cops A war over rock, the battleground is your block On the nightshift, you'll see evil at its purest Make money, stay low, and never touch the surface (Jugganot) Up on the nightshift, smoking my spliff, flaunting my gift You got to be swift, your lack of reflexes is gonna get your wig twist back Were not the only ones to walk with gats Its just that, were busting after the first word You're waiting for the fourth word We k** n***a's, I know you heard But you're afraid to admit the fact that you're weaker I'm like a walk-in sound, you're like a jail radio speaker I'm an Erikson phone, you're just a cash money beeper See the comparison, there is none You walk with knifes, I walk with big guns Kidnap your son and k** him after I collect the ransom Its not done, I kick you in your throat Make you choke on your own tongue, it's job done All you hear is BROM, BROM, cause when we bust, we bust more than one Even if you got your vest on, you can't regard this We do dirt and beat the charges, my n***a's try they hardest To harness, the quality to make us the largest Enemy and nemesis you dealt with Your compulsion to talk sh** will be the d**h of your click We make money, legally or illegally But feasibly, it's all economically Fool proof security 100% criminal quality Means no apology, my philosophy is thug technology Cripped out wallabies, I try to leave but the streets keep calling me Some times I feel they trying to swallow me Don't follow me, cause I won't lead you and don't need you But if you're willing to die for my cause I'm gonna feed you I'm too big to be eaten, to quick to k** to be beaten DGK's defeated any enemy for any reason Scholastic movements leave a small margin for improvement Crip n***a's prove sh**, remorseless and ruthless Friending me up is useless, actually You make it easier for me to take you and your family I'm taking you for three out of the six in a diss On the nightshift, know this (nightshift, nightshift) Chorus (x 2) Make money, make money, make money