Mc Eiht - Murder At Night lyrics

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Mc Eiht - Murder At Night lyrics

Murder n***as at night Some of that real thug sh** We murder n***as 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 k** at will I ain't playing with your No game, the sh**'s real So i hits the blocks with yay, no f**ing deal (that's right) I'm heated - and i'm greedy as f**, i need a meal My dog told me watch out for sh** and pack steel "and if you care - lil' n***a, get a vest (boom boom!) Cause n***as be hungry like you and they ready to test" You die, motherf**er, it's the same gang tale n***as talk about who did the k**ing 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 n***as escape to the house Cause if i'm caught by the times, then i'm - a**ed out We murder n***as at night And in the morning (compton all day, n***a) We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' We murder n***as at night We hoo bang, b**h, so heed your f**in warning (hoo-bang' all day n***a) We murder n***as at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah) We murder n***as at night We hoo bang, b**h, here's your f**in warning Y'all needs to back the f** up or your block gon' burn Me and my n***a blast with the same gat - it's my turn Money and the power, it's my time to earn You're 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 n***a to jump on the - front line Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real Half of us n***as be looking for any bill Lock down ?? my a** ?? But i bails out, another head back to coke I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop The enemies i fear not, f** a cop The enemies, they come close but get popped I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped Chorus... Easily i approach The n***a who's slippin' I ain't 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 y'all, bless y'all West y'all - 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 s**ers Hoo-bangin' n***as is k**ers, you muthaf**a ???? my homie scar when he ride So every other day when i hit your damn side Feel my f**in' revenge As i blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!) Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!) In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right) On sundays, church Moms pray for my sins And ask to protect until my life ends, geah Chorus... Compton all day, n***a Hoo-bang all day, n***a You know how the f** we represent To the fullest Thuggin' 9-9 times, n***a Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight Geah

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