All Night

[Chorus: Reesa & Z-Ro] Up all night, up all day Up all night up all day See some of us trying to get paid [Z-Ro] I had to keep from going under, like Stevie I Wonder Thinking hard, running out of places to lay my head got me drinking hard liquor Still a go killer, should I rely on my skills In the mist of poverty it must be the straight up get to an ending peal off Recognizing the drama offense of living in my life Got to go get it and come back with it until it's prison in my life Born struggling, a nigga acheived his bubbling The fact that I can't get no job can't do nothing but rub it in 20 years old, I was screaming I would reach 25 Now 24 and still no dough I started struggle and strive I was a Bridgemont hardhead, yellow and purple repper And never let another nigga check us, nigga that was low yet Use to live with Z-Ro all in your deck But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight Since I'm going through the bitch that more for the night, come off the ice [Chorus - 4x] Up all night day, up all day See some of us trying to get paid [Z-Ro] Back in the doghouse, the love I give nigga my cellmate said You reach your freedom when you die but if you rapping single bread Already knowing I'm throwed when my pen is pimping Having visions of me in a V-12 motor corners my benz bending Straight down to the T I'd have a ? I promise I'll do it right this time wait till the g get free If I could make the jail house all of that Mo-Town live When I ain't T.W. to the free the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out Show me the money, I'm gone show what you need Half a ticket and a half-a-gallon and a quarter ounce of weed I'm your mama I'm your daddy I'm that nigga in the alley That when I go straight, but the prices be so cheap in the valley I had to keep my mind right and keep my rhymes tight Praying to god I wouldn't lose my freedom or my life before the limelight [Chorus - 4x] [Z-Ro] Motherfucking all night, I put the heat to the dro, pass the lighter Hitting stage till my vision gets brighter Remember poverty, it ain't a part of the plan Cause while I'm on the corner hustling with work in my hand Like a super star selling rocks, because the stage becomes a block But my plot is put my trust up in my Glock Z-Ro the ghetto rap versus the world but could I lose But even though I'm still paying dues, I'm still the last man standing With a mad cannon ready to bust Look how I did after I left that nigga dead in the dust Cause I'ma ride when it's time to ride strictly for cash I'm doing bad so I'm leaning on a beam and a mask A Mo-City nigga, we don't know how to show pity nigga Sold up your block and take over your whole city nigga Me and Skinny Garaw, we at your front door Aggravated cause it's tough on the pole [Chorus - 4x] (Reesa vocalizing)