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Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - 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

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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