Ax The Bull - Night In My Ps lyrics

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] (YAOWA) A night in my Ps Three fiends teamin' up to get one hit Little dude on the roof tryin' test how his gun spit Hennessy cups spillin' wildin' out to Big Pun sh** Dice game in the lobby, homey bank is a hundred Shorty keep walkin' by wanna s** on my son dick It's sad (why) that's word to me this ho is a young b**h Cops ridin' slow if they hop out we run quick Slam a door in they face and just laugh at them dumb pricks Haze in the air, the smell stays in your hair Hustlers on the strip wearin' yesterdays gear Dressed in all black on a bike, he's a robber Hood rats with they seed pointin', like he's your father Undercover druggies tryin' to sneak a cop Man get the f** outta here man, that sh** Meeka pops? I just thought he smoked weed a lot Dog be careful where your v is parked That n***a there'll sneak thieve your drop Son on the court tryin' to work on his jump shot It's funny this is all on one block Jamal and them locked, the cab had they face on cam, dirty I know they sick doin' a bid for a buck thirty You see that n***a right there? Yeah with the Bucs jersey I got word on the low that son bucked Percy These surroundings make it hard for yall to un-earth me I shall remain Ortiz, this is a night in my Ps, n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Noyd] They say where I'm from, stars are born The bloods is strong, and uh Crips is thick, the guns is long And my P's are sick, it's outta control n***a The block is hot, the guns explode And the hood is psycho, you already know They leave holes in your Girbauds When it come to that dough Cuz its all about that money, murder, and ho's Yo here's an example when a n***a come home First he, come out the slammer Then he, pull up with bama? Then he co*k the hammers, and the drama is on Won't be long for you know that n***as gone, doing bids Leavin his b**h with another kid It is what it is I love the hood, grimy as sh** Down to the rocks I chop and chicks that I rip Runnin from the d's, makin cheese, puffin piff To that whip I pimp and the yak that I sip If you a G from the p's then you f**in with this Keep a b**h on her knees, and a gun on her hip With 1 and a half and 16 in the clip And every n***a who spit rep the hood they with I'm reppin QB n***a, you know what it is M.O.B. motherf**a, we reppin' the bridge And wherever your hood is, throw it up kid Get that guap and don't stop, handle your biz [Hook]