Twisted Insane - Up Late lyrics

[Hook X2] (Up late) That's the only way to get it when you gotta make the product for the profit in ya pocket all day But don't get it f**ed up - I am nothin' like ya b**h, I'm from the bottom and I came a long way In the beginnin' wasn't with it, now she hit me on my line like all the time and say she wanna come play And you already know that I'mma run it, you can find me in her stomach, they know I be (up late) [Verse 1: Twisted Insane] Come one, come all, if you wanna ball, then come with me! Oh sh**, did the four fifth just fall out my Dickey? They want me dead, but I send 'em all to come get me I rise out my grave, hit 'em in the face with the fifty I don't really talk, I'm with the action - Jackson Aired up, get ya hair cut like Toni Braxton Run deep in the Blood gang, got blood stains on the floor You all know I get ghost - on the cadillacin' Run up, put the venom in 'em, goddamn Coulda' been a man in the mini-van Pull up on 'em if a n***a really wanna touch my gangsta Bust two from the sun-roof, pow-pow Hit him in his tooth, doot doot doot Give a n***a boost, one of the homies might shank ya No love, too deep, on the creep right through the front door With a black mask and a fat strap for the ones that be wolfin' I don't give pa**es, f** that, I don't need a Mac I prefer take 'em in the back so he gets his a** whoopin' Somebody is a victim, knock 'em out, the homies trippin' b**hes know just how to pick 'em, babies, I ain't sayin sh** Adios, so n***a sign the photo with you mafioso, make a post and point the finger, Brain gon' put 'em in a ditch Mmmm... You livin' good but I'm in dungeons You comfortable with the big gats, I'm straight with my gunmen The Walking Dead - shoot me and I keep comin' Some wish me 'way, bet I always be slumpin' Faces of d**h, hit 'em in the chest with they goodnight Your b**h on my line, steady cryin', she need good pipe I be like, "I'm not try'na f** with you" but then I be like, "Man f** that, just come through, tonight!" (Heh ha ha ha) Bring through [?'gnac?], got one for the homie Hit 'em up, man, come through, I got mo' for sho' Bang 'em on a late night, gotta hit 'fo I [taste blood?] Bust three mo', then send-send that b**h out the do' [Hook X2] [Verse 2: C. Ray] I go Brain And roam with the hooligans who provide no names Divide yo' veins, f** the world I've been amongst your girl, now open wide yo' legs Eyes low, f**in' with that hydro, mane So don't you be lookin' at me like I don't blaze Take you a look and see where the pyros stay Just a couple of n***as who gon' provide yo' fades Sign me up! For the [?] n***a, I been nuts People been lookin' at me like I give f**s Levitate, but they try to run with the diamonds tucked High, I'm up! Laughin' at 'em, make comparison With they tobacco to a hydro puff n***a, sci-fi with the rhyme cyanide, k** the vibe Bye, night, feel it every time I cut Ray is the name You n***as should stay in your lane Think I won't swing 'cause I'm tame?! I take me a drink and when everyone see what I Do to you n***as gon' think it's a prank Brain is the gang, makin' that cake with Insane But still comin' straight for your chain They go nuts, got so many of us, but y'all on that Funny sh**, we be up late for that change! [Hook X2]