Mc Eiht - Murder At Night Lyrics
Murder niggas at nightSome of that real thug shitWe murder niggas at nightAnd in the morningWe catch fools sleepin before they yawninMurder for hireClick caps to pay billsFor this young gSteps back and kill at willI aint playing with yourNo game, the shits realSo I hits the blocks with yay, no *****ing deal (thats right)Im heated - and Im greedy as *****, I need a mealMy dog told me watch out for shit and pack steelAnd if you care - lil nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to testYou die, mother*****er, its the same gang taleNiggas talk about who did the killing in jailWe hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it upSmash, the real regulators sowed it upPush rhymes like weight, push - real weightGet my money comin in from state to state (chin chin)Contemplate, my niggas escape to the houseCause if Im caught by the times, then Im - assed outWe murder niggas at nightAnd in the morning (compton all day, nigga)We catch fools sleepin before they yawninWe murder niggas at nightWe hoo bang, *****, so heed your *****in warning(hoo-bang all day nigga)We murder niggas at nightAnd in the morningWe catch fools sleepin before they yawnin (geah)We murder niggas at nightWe hoo bang, *****, heres your *****in warningYall needs to back the ***** up or your block gon burnMe and my nigga blast with the same gat - its my turnMoney and the power, its my time to earnYoure dead on arrival, to whom it may concernReal thug from the street, yes, die for the causeDips the blocks with the heat, right next to my ballsI be the first nigga to jump on the - front lineSlang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one timeEverybody hustlin for cash and thats realHalf of us niggas be looking for any billLock down ? ? my ass ? ?But I bails out, another head back to cokeI gots to bang the hood, slang - till it dropThe enemies I fear not, ***** a copThe enemies, they come close but get poppedI lasted, laughed last till your heart stoppedChorus...Easily I approachThe nigga whos slippinI aint no jokeThe tense situationI gotta provokeThey run real fastWhen they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)I got - hot ones to test yall, bless yallWest yall - at the - funeral hallYour homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthinI come around catchin you slippin, doing a dumpingOne little, two little, three little suckersHoo-bangin niggas is killers, you mutha*****a? ? ? ? my homie scar when he rideSo every other day when I hit your damn sideFeel my *****in revengeAs I blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)Back to my block, serving 20s and 10s (what up!)In the back of the alley sippin 40s and gins (right)On sundays, churchMoms pray for my sinsAnd ask to protect until my life ends, geahChorus...Compton all day, niggaHoo-bang all day, niggaYou know how the ***** we representTo the fullestThuggin9-9 times, niggaEiht packs the 9, so get it straightGeah
