Murder After Midnight

Lyrics

[Intro] There's gonna be a killin' after midnight (Say what?) [Verse 1: Big Mike & Scarface] 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 back seat 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 Seven 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 [Chorus: Scarface] There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight (Say what?) You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic (Murder) There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic (Murder) There's gonna be a killin' after midnight (Mo' murda, mo' murda, mo' murda) You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic (Yeah) [Verse 2: Scarface] Three or four 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 tryna 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'ma 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 [Chorus] There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic [Verse 3: 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 back 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 One, two, three, four shots from the infrared Left one, two, three, four motherfuckers dead And no witnesses in sight All Bido said is that it happened after midnight [Chorus] There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic There's gonna be a killin' after midnight You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic [Outro] When the fire dies down, what the fuck you gon' do? Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta, ha