Late Night
p.o.q Lyrics
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Verse 1 (Master P)
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
With the giggety giggety nine
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
Break you off something proper bitch
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
Worry niggas can't stand me
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving
them fiends that fucking killa candy
Break 'em off as I creep slow
But if you run up on the P
yeah you know you get your ass smoked
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
On my way to the northside late night creeping
(Chorus)
Late night creeping (creeping)
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
Verse 2 (Master P)
Red and to the blue will be the giggety plain giggety thang
A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
Play a game called show and tell
And if the bitch is hella thick tell her meet me at the motel
Cause slipping is a no no
And the bitch better come true so long at the mo mo
I'll leave a bitch dead and broke
Check a hoe, I ain't no motherfucking got damn captain save a hoe
So with my nine I be sleeping
Check it out bitch if you catch me late night creeping
(Chorus)
Verse 3 (Master P, Lil'Ric)
I can't sleep at night my mind start playing tricks
I'm having nightmares the ghetto's trying to kill me bitch
I'm paranoid, I sleep with three fucking gats
A tech nine, a oozie, and a carjack
I'm addicted to money and bitches hella disturb
A ounce of dank, that'll calm a nigga nerves
I will mash on that ass like a gas pedal
You owe me scraps I will melt you like a piece of metal
I'm a bounce your ass just like a basketball
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
So make your fucking death wish
And why you dead I'm gone steal your goods and fuck your bitch
I'm a let you know life in the Rich ain't no joke
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
And you know the Rich is known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map
Lil' Ric
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your nigga Lil Ric, creepin through the windows
Getting him for whatever I can get
Now its time for my niggas to ride
and let this shit fuckin clear
Verse 4 (Big Ed)
Late night creeping Big Ed and Master P
P has got his tech I got my nine next to me
Cause niggas like to jack and in the Bay it never stops
But my hollow tips will leave more scars than the chicken pox
Or run up ya like Emmitt
Hitting like Bonds cause I have a nice slugging percentage
Because a nigga's like loced
Run on up, I'll call ya hickory because your gonna get smoked
I ain't no joker g cause I'm TRU
And everybody in my crew a TRU g too
I thought you knew motherfucker
I'm the type of nigga that'll leave ya fucking heart in the gutter
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
P, I'm gone put this fucking nigga on his back
I'm a show you why they sleeping
Cause its me and P and we late night creeping
(Chorus)
The song "Late Night in 2-3" by P.O.Q. featuring Big Ed and Lil’ Ric is a classic gangsta rap song that boasts about living a life of crime in a violent and impoverished neighborhood. Master P begins the first verse with a description of his crew, who all carry weapons and are ready to shoot if necessary. He asserts himself as a dangerous killer and boasts about his access to a "giggety giggety nine" and a "glock" that he threatens to use against anyone who crosses him. Master P is from the "Manor Central Southside of the Rich," where he is known for serving drugs to people. He warns his enemies that running up on him would be a mistake and that he's always ready to retaliate.
In the chorus, P.O.Q. describes their "late night creeping," an activity that involves sneaking around at night, whether it be jacking or skeezing, and dealing with dope fiends who beg for crack. The dope fiends are sometimes violent, as they may want to beat the rappers with their baseball bats. In the second verse, Master P is not into gang culture, but he does deal drugs, and he is prone to violence, as evidenced by his willingness to kill a woman with a handgun. He is not into saving women, and he won't hesitate to shoot anyone who crosses him.
In the final verse, Lil' Ric raps about a life of crime in general, where he creeps through windows to steal things. Big Ed takes a turn with another verse describing his participation in gang life, proclaiming that he is a "TRU" gangster. Overall, the lyrics of "Late Night in 2-3" glorify violent crime as a way of life in the ghetto.
Line by Line Meaning
Four niggas in the Chev and we all strapped
There are four people in the car and we all have guns.
Put one up in the chamber case we had to bust caps
We put a bullet in the gun's chamber in case we need to shoot someone.
Let me let you know bitch who you fucking with
I want you to know who you're dealing with.
Master P killa murder motherfucking lunatic
I am a dangerous person who kills people without hesitation.
With the giggety giggety nine
I have a 9mm gun.
Put the glock to your dome and your shit will be giggety mine
If I put my gun to your head, I can take everything you have.
Break you off something proper bitch
I will give you something good or hurt you badly.
Ask me where I'm from the manor central soutside of the Rich
I am from the southern part of the city called The Rich.
Worry niggas can't stand me
People who are afraid hate me.
Cause I'm known on the turf for serving them fiends that fucking killa candy
I am known for selling deadly drugs.
Break 'em off as I creep slow
I will quietly attack my enemies.
But if you run up on the P yeah you know you get your ass smoked
If you try to mess with me, you will get killed.
12 o'clock and my beeper still beeping
It's midnight and my pager is still going off.
On my way to the northside late night creeping
I am heading to the north part of the city late at night.
Should I say jacking or should I say skeezing
Should I call it stealing or seducing?
The dope fiends be begging me for crack
Drug addicts are asking me for crack.
Although they want to beat me with they baseball bats
They want to hit me with their bats, even though they need my drugs.
A nigga slang dope, but the P I don't gang bang
I sell drugs, but I'm not part of a gang.
Leave a sucker dead any mark on a slab of rock
I can kill anyone and leave a marker on a gravestone.
Arrive at your house smoke a sherm than a nigga laugh
I will smoke crack at your house and then laugh at you.
Play a game called show and tell
I will show you my gun and tell you how I can kill you.
And with a pig's blood, write your name up on the wall
I will write your name on the wall with pig's blood.
So don't you coming riding without your straps hoe
Don't come without your weapons, woman.
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat rat-tat-tat-tat
The sound of the guns shooting.
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