Lyrical Breakdown of Murder at Night - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murder at Night" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how MC Eiht weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Murder at Night" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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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 f**king deal (that's right) I'm heated - and I'm greedy as f**k, 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, motherf**ker, 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 f**kin 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 f**kin warning Y'all needs to back the f**k 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 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? 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, f**k 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 muthaf**ka ? my homie scar when he ride So every other day when I hit your damn side Feel my f**kin' 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 f**k we represent To the fullest Thuggin' 9-9 times, nigga Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight Geah