Night Lovell, Fifty Grand - Dead Lovell

All black packs in the day Bitch you better get the fuck up out the way Takin niggas to the back of the play Plots to the shots kill all damn day Runnin back, runnin fast, never no gas Bait when I'm runnin with the shit from the past All black kit, all black whip Nigga move back, can't touch that shit No shit tryna show, nigga See heat waves in the snow, trigga Break through slow when I walk with the coat Tell a fuck nigga move then I walk with the gold Creep up slow to your mom house nigga Break down doors, fuck a White House nigga Lovell don't play, when you see me in the day Don't test me bitch or your ass gon... pay I was right about everything, right about everything See me at the top of the motherland Got about Fifty Grand... get it? Same shit, same shit, Night Lovell just made one hit Really? Tell me that I'm wack when I come with the pack Tell me that I'm wack when you ain't done jack North boys comin for your life go figure Talkin all day, ain't done shit bigger Read down fax Walk on by, well shit no stacks Never yo bitch when I say I got racks Never show shit bitch I hide in the grass Never thought that I'd come back to the block Never was it really ever brought up in the plot Take these words to your head Shit, is Lovell really dead?