At Night
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I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is...this is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Urban wolves
Dream team baby
The sosa of the game has returned
Brooklyn
Black sopranos
Let's play

[Verse 1]
Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live

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[Chorus]
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

[Verse 2]
Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right
Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
Immune to the murderous plots
Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
So recognize I'm a five star general
You touchin' who

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business
Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the name now
The war is on





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Az Izz's song "At Night" speak of a man who is confident in his abilities and does not care about the words or opinion of anyone else. He is from the projects and represents the urban wolves and dream team baby. The lines "Nice and smooth, white knights, icy jewels, so cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels" show that he appears calm on the surface but the smallest thing can trigger his emotions. He is engaged to the street life, and it has led him to become involved in guns and orgies. He is now a certified five-star general and plays by the rules of the criminal lifestyle.


The chorus of "At Night" repeats the lines "I don't give a hell what you spit, who you are, where you from...this is projects. And who the hell you be gettin'" demonstrating the rapper's dismissal of external opinions.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't give a hell what you spit
I don't care about the words you say


Who you are, where you from...
Your identity and origin don't matter to me


This is... this is projects
We are in the projects, the urban area


And who the hell you be gettin'
I don't care who you associate with


Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
People may look good on the outside but can easily get agitated


So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
I may seem composed but small things can set me off


Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
I prefer to operate on a lower profile, stay in my lane and keep a handgun


Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
It's difficult to make it in the rap game as a passing artist


XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
People who pretend to be okay with you will hate on you later


Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
I have never been the type of person to flaunt my power


Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
I come out of my luxury car to pay my respects to the deceased


My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
People who understand my hustling story support me


Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
I am tired of hearing fake rappers with unimpressive lyrics


Adore me, respect niggas way before me
I appreciate and respect the OGs and pioneers who came before me


Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
I have liked weapons and sex parties since I was young


Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
I am addicted to lean, drinking it constantly


Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
I am acting crazy but claim that the music made me do it


Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
If you are brave enough, you can go through obstacles like me because I am certified


Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live
I have heard rumors that people know of my skills and reputation


Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice
I dress up nicely as if I am about to get drunk


Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
I try to prevent conflicts and violence


Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
I smoke weed while performing at park events and open mic nights


Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right
We are now responsible, and I concentrate on doing what is right


Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Things are now more challenging, and people cannot cheat


Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
Others can't keep up with me, and I cannot lose now


Immune to the murderous plots
I am impervious to schemes to kill me


Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
I have been involved in this lifestyle and hustling way before people recognized my talent and caliber


Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
I wear valuable jewelry and hide my weed in my sock


A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot
I like to wear new shoes, and I am fond of German-made products


Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Let's have fun, drink champagne as if we won't live to see tomorrow


Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
I am like Ricky Ricardo from I Love Lucy and a young black version of Leonardo DiCaprio


Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
I am partly of Spanish descent, and my outfit will erase the darkness around me


Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
What I am doing and saying are too complex for those who are not street smart


Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
You should respect the rules of the game if you are involved in criminal activities


So recognize I'm a five star general
Acknowledge that I am one of the best in this line of work


You touchin' who
Who are you messing with?


Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
Sometimes it's tough and leaves emotional scars


But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions
What can anyone expect from a game that involves millions of dollars?


Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
People are enjoying luxurious cars, relaxing, and having sex with multiple women but are still criminals


It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
This lifestyle could influence and drive even a poor man to start harming civilians


Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
It's a dangerous game, like playing with razor blades and blurred lines


Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
People are trying to avoid their sentencing by running away from the court system


The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
The stakes are too high, and even parent's can't tame the chaos


Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business
We are like Saddam Hussein, ready for war and carrying heavy weaponry


Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
We drive flashy cars with shiny rims and smoke good weed, and I prefer my 1970s vehicle with two contrasting colors


Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
We travel for five miles on the same street, and it's a dangerous area


Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
I hope there's a slum in heaven reserved for us who came from the ghetto


In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
A place in the community designated for hustlers who died before us


Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Take in and connect with the emotions slowly like Schweppes carbonated water


Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
I write lyrics specifically for the young audience


Locked in, there's beef in the game now
It's getting serious and tense in the rap game right now


I know its deep, but the streets know the name now
I understand that it's intense, but people recognize and know my name now


The war is on
The battle has begun.




Lyrics © Kanjian Music, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHARLES MORRIS

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