SON OF THE MORNING by NORTHSIDEPLAYA Lyrics

[Chorus: 1]
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA BITCH
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
I BET YOU WONT
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA BITCH
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
I BET YOU WONT

[VERSE 1: LiL FiGURE]
FiGURE WITH THE .45
RUNNING FROM A HOMICIDE
NORTHSIDE
GREYFIVENINE
HOMIE YOU KNOW WHAT IM ABOUT
STEP MY WAY
ILL RUN THAT FADE
ILL BREAK THAT LEG
ILL BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE
RUNNING AROUND
WITH A PLANK
RATHER SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE
INSTEAD OF SHOOTING UP THE PLACE
$CARECROW STILL UP IN THAT MAZE
PLAGUE IS LOOKING TO ESCAPE
RIGHT UP OUT THAT FUCKING CHAIN
[Chorus: 2]
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA BITCH
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
I BET YOU WONT
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA BITCH
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
HIT A MOTHAFUCKA
I BET YOU WONT