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Murder niggas at night Scheibe Folie 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 yo, no game, the shit's real Papier Basteln So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal 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 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, coded up Baustrom Smash, the real regulators sowed it up Push rhymes like weight, push real weight Get my money comin' in from state to state Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm assed out
Chorus: Baudienstleistungen 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 valentinstag karten 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 folienbeschriftung bergisch gladbach 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 ???? But I bails out, another head back to coke Briefpapier Gestaltung 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
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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 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 yo' family and friends Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gin's On Sundays, church, moms pray for my sins And ask to protect until my life ends
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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
