Late Night Writting Rhymes

[Intro] Reminisce With Me Some Shit I Wrote The Other Night A Couple War Stories From The Past Feel This [Verse 1] I Got To The Pad My Heart Was Beating Fast My First Drive-By I Could Hear The Blast I Wore A Mask Homie Showed Me The Ropes Ese Pulled The Fucken Trigger And The Vato Got Smoked I Write In Code Just Encase You Know I Flip Shit Around So Only I Know They Wanted More Ese Just Like The Others A Secret Stash Of Songs That I Kept For My Brothers I Used To Rap These Lyrics To All My Gang Ever Since Nine-One They Was All My Fans They Robbing Banks To Put Up Studio Budgets Cause They Was All Feeling The Gangsta Subjects I'm In Crutches For When The Joint Got Smaller But If It Was A Primo Crushed Up In A Dollar Grey Impala In Front Of The Cover The City Of Angels Fallen Angel Was Coming [Chorus] Late Night Writing Rhymes I Ain't Get No Sleep I Came Home Off The Streets And Play Some Beats They Had Me On One I'm A Share One With You We From The Same Place Where The Homies Will Get You With Every Stroke Of The Pen History Was Made Give A Fuck About The Business They Ain't Feeling My Pain I'd Be Insane If I Couldn't Vent Better Yet Camarada This Is How It Went [Verse 2] I Went To The County For Concealing A Gun On The Day I Had To Be Up In Studio One But Instead I'm At The Station Ese Calling Collect Homie Trying To Make Bail So I Could Make A Hit I Was Shipped Out Within' 72 For Criminal Possession Of A 22 And A Ounce Of Weed That Would Of Had Me In Heaven I'm Up In The Condado With The Homies Just Chillin' From My Dome I Could Imagine The Track I Sent Out Letters That Was Filled With My Raps I'm A Get Out & Smash Wet Forty Of Cash On A 3-Way Call Little Bitch Got Ass The Night Before I Had To Go To Court I Was Up All Night Homie Writing These Words I Stop At Nothing So My Ink Could Reach Her Might Do A Little Something And Throw In A Feature [Chorus] [Outro] I Took You Back With Me Real Quick, You Know But Now We Back In The Present Late Night Writing Rhymes On More Crimes C-O-N