free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night) Day and night The
ya own But look [Chorus:] Young Check your freestyle I am fast approachin on the weekend It's me, Niko, Bryans here, D10 Freestyle shit bout the safeway to the verse here we go [Verse
these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I
son flow a hundred on that pounds of blow a hundred on that marble flow So we higher than a bright light sunny day sunny night hustlin' like all night
cool A: Follow your heart G: And not your friends A: And some of your friends G: Could lead you into dead ends" A: The other day my father said, "Son
Luckett ad libs and Notorious B.I.G. sample] [Verse 2 - Bun B - w/ LeToya Luckett ad libs throughout] I'm from the hood player, check my photos (my photos) I used to be up all night
[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~] I'm a nice guy My lifes a light sky So Much love I might cry Not! Nice Try I'm an evil seed and the day I sleep and the night fly
to me (That's the way it's supposed to be) I gotta be with you, or someone Fly Young Love, my Young Love [Verse 2] Yo, yo, yo in the cut, Young Love
in here Mc eiht , boom bam , cmw representin to the fullest Hoo-bangin to the fullest Gyeah [ verse 1 ] I once heard don't forget Where you came from , son
that passed away, She says something as she walks right past his way, His old hearing aid don't last quite half the day, Some young gentlemen alive with
son you don't want it then don't start none Blaze one with Jonathon, part man part fly Handle my B I camouflage like G.I. Fat like Joe, a day in the
Cash Money son I never like fa cheddar Not a rat though hat low Nike is leather Lil maw twist to get my life together Ya bitch meet me at the bar and we night
young as me never thuggin but still known as a g can you feel me, no but you know i'm there creepin' through your crib at night kill yo mamma
cost nuttin' just to blast Real life, lay down son you won't last Real life Real life Real life Verse 2: February tenth day on a Wednesday It's like
Planetary] Yo, serious syllable wordplay, verse spray Like a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay Turn plagen, pretty shitty on a church day
) One son, one daughter, Free, I'm just like you (just like you) Only difference is I don't get them checks like you (checks like you) The other night
I showed them now they tried roll out Hopin' we'd be on, back in the weight room son Think of a spot, we'd keep all day Choppin' for the live spots