MC Eiht

MC Eiht - Murder at Night lyrics

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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 ain't playing with your

No game, the shit's real

So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)

I'm heated - and I'm 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, it's 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 I'm caught by the times, then I'm - 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, here's your fuckin warning



Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn

Me and my nigga 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 nigga 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 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 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 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 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, 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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