When the sun goes down and the moon comes up   You can see a lot of things if you look deep enough   It's all around      The city skyline, in the nighttime, be the right time, to ball out   Who's the real pimp, gangster hustler, you call out   Is it him, is it him or is it, Dukes over there?   Real recognizes real, so yo, no one cares   The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine   I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon   See daddy with his pants saggin', pushin whips that's too fly   Switchin' up to a suit and tie, ladies say he's too cute to lie      And none of my girls, wanna, talk to you   Plus, none of my boys, gotta, talk to you   'Cause when you see me, they'll be somewhere in the cut   And you can't be me, so nip that weak talk in the butt   The party's crowded, and everyone, is showin' love   Whassup, what's the deal, how's things holdin' up?   The smooth dude, that moves through, with the utmost precision   Truly a wiseguy, seein' life with my night vision      See that young blood, comin' down the street   Don't be hypnotized by the stride of his feet   Pickpockets, streetwalkers, number runners, hustlers      Lots of ladies, wanna, check me out   And lots of haters, wanna X me out   I got more style than Gucci, Louis or Prada   Drop more jewels on you, than your uncle or father   Once this envious kid, was temptin' me kid   To stoop down to his level and cold empty his wig   He was mad 'cause his girl wanted up in my world   I looked the other way, and she was still, stuck in my world      Aiyyo, baby wants to run with me, come with me, have fun with me   I be the man when I'm dipped, or in a t-shirt, and dungarees   I overheard her man, that was screamin' in her ear   While I nodded to my peeps, who was schemin' in the rear   If he's gon' flip, he's gonna, find out quick   That I stroll with a click, and we roll mad thick   He shook my hand and laughed it off, that was his best decision   We keep it tight aight? Hangin' out, with that night vision      I bust into this night club, I can see you perpetraters   Passin' out your BID'ness cards wearin your knockoff gators   Pimps, heartbreakers, dumb-ass Johns   You got to make a decision, to go witcha instincts   And rely on your night vision