Murder After Midnight

(There's gonna be a killin after midnight) Say what? [ Big Mike ] Niggas bustin caps on a Sunday I'm ridin through the park with my white six bloody Thinkin to myself, What the fuck is this? I grab my motherfuckin shit, load the clip and then I get The extra hollow points out the box in the backseat I can't believe these motherfuckers tried to x me Once again I'm in the middle of some fuck shit A busted window and a dead nigga they left me stuck with I grabbed the cellular phone and called my nigga Face Had to beep him 911, he wasn't at his place The phone rang, I picked it up, I heard, What's up, black? Some ho-ass niggas bust a cap and shot my nigga Mack They killed my nigga, now I think them hoes are after me Just dump the body and meet me over at the draft, G 7 o'clock I dumped the body, now I'm changin cars Get 'em up with Face, now it's time to take them hoes to war Called up Billy, told him to meet us on the southwest Bring a bag of buddha cess and a extra vest And a fifth of E&J to get this shit right Cause it's about to be a murder after midnight (There's gonna be a killin after midnight) (You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic) Say what? [ Scarface ] 3 or 4 minutes to twelve o'clock Rollin in a undercover huntin for a IRoc Let's hit the spot and find them hoes who tried to cap ya Were they killers, yeah, or were they tryina jack ya? It's hard to tell, we lost our boy behind this punk shit And when we catch him we gon' chuck him in the trunk, slick I gives a fuck about the sorry motherfucker He crossed the family, now I'mma make the nigga suffer I'm rollin hard, I got my daddy's Smith & Wesson Six-shot, nickel-plated .357 So keep your eyes peeled, nigga, we gotta find 'em Turn off the lights and let's creep up behind 'em We got some burners protectin us But keep a low pro cause they'll be expectin us We spotted a Z off at Quarter Lane I'm killin the bitch, I don't know the man Creeped up slow, dropped the back window Hehe... now what's up, ho? Let off a couple of shots but he had posse The nigga came out the door and like just shot me It didn't hit me cause I ducked down We jumped our ass out the car and turned that bitch into Bucktown I bring my gats to a fist fight And bust a cap in a bitch and it ain't gotta be at midnight (There's gonna be a killin after midnight) (You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic) [ Bushwick Bill ] 11:45 I pull up on the set With some down-ass niggas and a van full of gats Jumped out, fired up my Phillie, went to bustin shots Had to let 'em know Bushwick Bill was on the fuckin block Niggas started haulin as I heard Big Mike callin Jumped in the van, slammed the door and started haulin Ass around the corner, catch the niggas who had ran Oki jumped out and went to bust him once again Uh, makin niggas take cover fast Cause we was puttin somethin on they motherfuckin ass Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit So nigga, don't bother runnin for your trunk and shit 1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red Left 1-2-3-4 motherfuckers dead And no witnesses in sight All Bido said is that it happened after midnight (There's gonna be a killin after midnight) (You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)