Some nights are better than others
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Some fights are left to bum brothers
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Some nights are better than others
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Some fights are left to bum brothers
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You know the freaks come out at night with the drama
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I'm a break it down, take it down, learn it
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Roll it up, burn it, think it
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Stir it up, drink it, swallow it
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Follow it straight to the heart of the matter
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Program the data, turn on the lights
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Watch them all scatter, from the shine off the glean
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Course by my team, it's the high pro glow
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One for the show, two for the handgun
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Three, the one you man run when it's time for the action
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All the stories you told are bound to get old
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When your hands ain't as fast as the words you flippin'
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Word to Scottie Pippin, got to be trippin'
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You must have been slippin', or want the ass whippin'
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It's time to start flippin'
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CHORUS: (3x)
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Some nights are better than others
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Break it down to the bare root essence
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Some fights are left to bum brothers
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Count your fingers then count your blessins
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They say blood runs thicker than water
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Mothers to sons, bullets to guns
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Hard times a spreadin', just like the flu
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The voodoo child don't need to be raised
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I'm no kid act wild son, you might get blazed
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Like an acid hit, I rock classic shit
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That can make your head bump, put some shake in your rump
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This ain't Forrest Gump but I got mad rhyme
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Why you shoot that gun, I'm a shoot this gift
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Leave you internally perplexed like the question if
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Some hit the spliff, some of y'all sniff
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Some clap the hammer when they pull a four fifth
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But most of y'all fry, kid let's be blunt
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You try to be the man I be on the man hunt
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CHORUS (8x)
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Some Nights (Are Better Than Others)
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