Late Night Serenade
M.W.P. Lyrics

Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
Four people in the Chevrolet and everyone has a weapon

Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Load a bullet in a gun in case of the need for firing

Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
I want to warn you, woman, with whom you are dealing

Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
I'm a murderer and a crazy person

With the giggety giggety nine
Referring to a gun, perhaps a 9mm

Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Point the gun to your head and your life will be mine

Break you off something proper bitch
Give you what you deserve, woman

Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Enquire of my origin, I'm from the south of the Rich

Worry niggas can't stand me
Some people are afraid of me

Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
I'm popular for selling drugs

them fiends that fucking killa candy
Sell drugs to addicts who crave it as if it's candy

Break 'em off as I creep slow
Attack them sneakily and slowly

But if you run up on the P yeah you know you get your ass smoked
If you try to confront me, you'll be in trouble

12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
It's midnight, and my pager keeps ringing

On my way to the northside late night creeping
I'm heading to the north part of town early in the morning

Late night creeping (creeping)
An act of sneaking in the dark hours of the day

Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing
Not sure of the correct term for criminal activities

The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Drug addicts are requesting me for crack cocaine

Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
Despite their desire to harm me physically

Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
Red and blue indicate what's familiar and usual to us

A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
I sell drugs, but I'm not affiliated with any gangs

Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Kill anyone and leave his name written on a tombstone

Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Smoke PCP and laugh after arriving at your home

Play a game called show and tell
Engage in a game of displaying and boasting about one's possessions

And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Ask a woman, particularly one with a good body shape, to come to a motel

Cause slipping is a no no
We should avoid making mistakes that could compromise our safety

And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
The woman should be truthful and honest during the meeting

I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
I'll kill a woman and leave her with no money

Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
I'm not a savior of women who involve themselves in dangerous activities

So with my nine I be sleeping
I sleep while holding a 9mm gun

Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping
Pay attention if you find me sneaking at night

I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I have insomnia and my thoughts deceive me

I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm having bad dreams about the ghetto trying to harm me

I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats
I'm always suspicious and sleep while carrying three guns

A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
A tech-9 and an Uzi gun, and a tool for stealing cars

I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
I crave money and women exceedingly

A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
A single ounce of marijuana can help calm me down

I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
I will assault you as if I'm pressing a gas pedal

You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal
If you owe me scraps of money, I will punish you severely

I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
I will throw you around like a basketball

And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
I will leave your name on the wall with the blood of a pig

So make your fucking death wish
You are free to do what you want, but prepare to die

And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'll rob you and have sex with your woman after you're dead

I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke
Life in the Rich is challenging and serious

So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
Always carry a gun around here

And you know the Rich is known for busting caps
People from the Rich are famous for shooting guns

Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map
P's presence made the Rich an important location

Yeah, back at that ass once again there
I'm back in action again

Its your nigga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows
It's Lil Ric lurking through the house's open windows

Getting him for whatever I can get
Stealing anything valuable I can find

Now its time for my niggas to ride
It's time for my crew to head out

and let this shit fuckin clear
Let the chaos settle down

Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P and I are sneaking around late at night

P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
P has a Tech-9 handgun, and I'm holding a 9mm

Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
People here try to rob others, and it's never-ending

But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
The bullets I use will leave deeper wounds than the disease chickenpox

Or run up ya like Emmitt
I'll attack you suddenly just like Emmitt Smith, a football player

Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
I will strike you just like Barry Bonds, a famous baseball player

Because a nigga's like loced
Because I'm thorough and fearless

Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
If you come near me, I'll call you 'hickory,' as in 'wood for smoking meat.' It means that you're going to die

I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
I'm not playing around, I'm a TRU gangster

And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
All of my crew are real gangsters

I thought you knew motherfucker
I believed you already knew that

I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
I'll kill you in a way that's brutal and heartless

With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
The sound of a machine gun firing rapidly

P, I'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
P, I will knock him down

I'm a show you why they sleeping
I'll explain why they're unaware of our actions

Cause its me and P and we late night creeping
Because it's P and me sneaking at night