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Fischer-Z - Murder at Night lyrics
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
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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, 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








