Artist: Deadly Venoms Album: Still Standing Song: All Nighter Typed by: supahustla@hotmail.com [Intro: N-Tyce] Yeah yeah, whutsup, this is N-Tyce Ya'll know what im talkin bout, got them lyrics for ya nahimsayin People just look at me and dont think that I can rap They dont call me a Deadly Venom fo nutin Poi-son, nahimsayin, DV's up in here Rocks the World, holla, and ya don't stop, yo, yo [N-Tyce] I show ya how fun rap can be, folks can't stand me Cos I'm the type that go up and except a Grammy In an R&B dress, split past my thighs Get tipsy, open my shirt up, and flash the guys Make they eyes pop out, tongues hanging Lyrically I'm nasty, like a chick that a bum's dating Ya flava's like Juicy Fruit, it only lasts a minute My hairs gettin grey now, think that I should tint it Till I thought about it, probably look more raw without it I'm trynna plot on how to get a rap star impounded Cuz they don't sound right, take em to the junk yard Chump parts, stinking up the game like a skunk fart [Chorus: N-Tyce] We on fire (fire) Throw ya hands in the air wit yo lighter (lighter) We gone pull an all nighter (nighter, say what!) And I aint gotta go to bed no time soon [N-Tyce] If I ain't rappin, then I prefer mackin instead Take my stocking off my buttocks and wrap it around his head I like them buffed up Derek Jeter's Who ain't ashamed to walk around with a scuffed up pair of sneakers A lot of girls are into fashion, instead of rapping Think you can write somthing hotter? It'll never happen I like people who believe in theyself One day I'll be old and gray, breathin' the wealth It's like this, people playin' spades, takin' blinds now A lot of artists wanting me to write they rhymes now Im high-tech like DVD, riding round in a hooptie wit the tank on E [Chorus] [N-Tyce] You wanna good woman? You should appoint me My friends won't even bring me around they dad cuz he may even want me I'm Hardcore like Lil' Kim's first CD And hard-headed like 50 kids in a pre-school nursery Folks be like "yo, N-Tyce, you hurtin me" Cuz I Bring Da Pain like open heart surgery Stitch it up, squeeky voice, high pitch it up You see me everyday, I'm on ya wall pictured up It's kinda hard survivin', I got you paranoid Like blue lights behind you in a car driving See I'm Nasty like Nastradamus I write a lot of incomplete sentences using lots of commas Teachers hated me in school, wishing I would vanish Now they wantin' autographs for they grandkids Plus, they wanna free concert, better learn to pay You shoulda never gave me an F when I deserved an A [Chorus 2X] [Outro: N-Tyce] Aight, heh, that's how we kick it out here in Carolina's You know what I'm talkin bout baby, you what I'm talkin bout? You dont know nuttin bout that, heh, 336 entertainment on the rise! Yeah...