Murder niggas at night
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Some of that real thug shit
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We murder niggas at night
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And in the morning
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We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
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Murder for hire
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Click caps to pay bills
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For this young G
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Steps back and kill at will
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I ain't playing with your
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No game, the shit's real
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So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right)
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I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal
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My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel
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"And if you care - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!)
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Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test"
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You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale
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Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail
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We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up
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Smash, the real regulators sowed it up
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Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight
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Get my money comin' in from state to state (chin chin)
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Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house
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Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - assed out
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We murder niggas at night
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And in the morning (Compton all day, nigga)
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We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin'
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We murder niggas at night
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We Hoo Bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning
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(Hoo-Bang' all day nigga)
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We murder niggas at night
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And in the morning
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We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah)
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We murder niggas at night
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We Hoo Bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning
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Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn
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Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - it's my turn
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Money and the power, it's my time to earn
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You're dead on arrival, to whom it may concern
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Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause
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Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls
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I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line
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Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - One Time
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Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real
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Half of us niggas be looking for any bill
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Lock down ?? my ass ??
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But I bails out, another head back to coke
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I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop
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The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop
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The enemies, they come close but get popped
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I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped
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Chorus...
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Easily I approach
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The nigga who's slippin'
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I ain't no joke
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The tense situation
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I gotta provoke
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They run real fast
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When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!)
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I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all
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West y'all - at the - funeral hall
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Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin'
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I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping
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One little, two little, three little suckers
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Hoo-Bangin' niggas is killers, you muthafucka
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???? my homie Scar when he ride
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So every other day when I hit your damn side
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Feel my fuckin' revenge
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As I blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!)
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Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!)
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In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right)
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On Sundays, church
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Moms pray for my sins
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And ask to protect until my life ends, geah
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Chorus...
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Compton all day, nigga
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Hoo-Bang all day, nigga
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You know how the fuck we represent
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To the fullest
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Thuggin'
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9-9 times, nigga
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Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight
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Geah
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Murder at Night
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MC Eiht |