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Mc Eiht - Murder At Night
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Murder niggas at night Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin before they yawnin Murder for hire Click caps to pay bills For this young g Steps back and kill at will I aint playing with your No game, the shits real So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (thats right) Im heated - and Im greedy as fuck, I need a meal My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel And if you care - lil nigga, get a vest (boom boom!) Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test You die, motherfucker, its the same gang tale Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up Smash, the real regulators sowed it up Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight Get my money comin in from state to state (chin chin) Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house Cause if Im caught by the times, then Im - assed out We murder niggas at night And in the morning (compton all day, nigga) We catch fools sleepin before they yawnin We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning (hoo-bang all day nigga) We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin before they yawnin (geah) We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, heres your fuckin warning Yall needs to back the fuck up or your block gon burn Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - its my turn Money and the power, its my time to earn Youre dead on arrival, to whom it may concern Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time Everybody hustlin for cash and thats real Half of us niggas be looking for any bill Lock down ? ? my ass ? ? But I bails out, another head back to coke I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop The enemies, they come close but get popped I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped Chorus... Easily I approach The nigga whos slippin I aint no joke The tense situation I gotta provoke They run real fast When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!) I got - hot ones to test yall, bless yall West yall - at the - funeral hall Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin I come around catchin you slippin, doing a dumping One little, two little, three little suckers Hoo-bangin niggas is killers, you muthafucka ? ? ? ? my homie scar when he ride So every other day when I hit your damn side Feel my fuckin revenge As 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, church Moms pray for my sins And ask to protect until my life ends, geah Chorus... Compton all day, nigga Hoo-bang all day, nigga You know how the fuck we represent To the fullest Thuggin 9-9 times, nigga Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight Geah
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