Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder At Night, artist - MC Eiht. Album song Section 8, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Murder At Night |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |