Murder At Night Lyrics - Mc Eiht

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 f**king deal (that's right) 

I'm heated - and I'm greedy as f**k, 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, motherf**ker, 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 

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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 f**kin 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 f**kin warning 

Y'all needs to back the f**k 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 

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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, f**k 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 muthaf**ka 

? my homie scar when he ride 

So every other day when I hit your damn side 

Feel my f**kin' 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 f**k we represent 

To the fullest 

Thuggin' 

9-9 times, nigga 

Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight 

Geah