Murda After Midnight

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Murda After Midnight by Ganksta Nip

Murda After Midnight Lyrics

Everyone will murder one day
As long as your open enemy is your prey
Soon all brothers will get the AK
And watch the trigger and the bullets spray

Psych war round up, it's drama, it's time to ride
Midnight mass murders almost doubles daytime homicides
Fire up the endo G, shoot through his window please
Let the deer rifle spend no lives on his family
Squeeze, I'm Psycho Nip from South Park, running shit in the south
Okay, tough nigga, watch me run up inside your fuckin' house

And lay you down, tell your children do not make a sound
Somebody broke in, ran my mans with 15 psycho murders were found

Shoot him up with the AK and make sure he's packin' double clips
Don't spend the night at the house
You know some killers make double trips
Now do these niggas think that we gon let 'em pack our cars?
Now squeeze the trigger thinkin' they gon come and jack our cars
They must be crazy thinkin' they gon come and break over shit
You bitch ass devil, y'all prepare yourself for that take over shit
Step in South Park, watch that OG right there peel your ass
Deal your ass, drill your ass, rock 380, kill your ass
See it don't matter fool, we swerve and pray on MLK

That's where the hustlers, ballers, gangstas, pimps and pushers play
Murder ain't shit out here, a stabbin' ain't shit out here

Take a nigga car, come down slabbin' ain't shit out here

Peep, this South Park set ain't nothin' but a war zone
You talkin' shit, got hit, got split, oh shit, his jaw's gone
Psycho Nip and this nigga 411
That was a murder after midnight
Bitch, that's when that shit got done

Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker

Mo' murder by my strap, needin' mo' murder with my rap
So you know I ain't no joker, for the real the AK locster, uh
I'm bad like Michael, I'm psycho like my nigga Nip
You lose your grip, I lose my grip, you wind up fuckin' whipped
It ain't no thang to ring off hot lead
Two to your head, he bled, now that devil dead

411, Deliverin' 187 to your ass, ho
So check your neck, you best to bet
See these motherfuckers come and get best to bow down
I'm out of sight, nigga, but you can still feel my rounds
Up in your ass, the endo pass and I'm sparked
I gots no heart, but shit gets crazy after dark
I see a vision, uh, cats peelin', uh
Blood spillin', I got the feelin' for a killin'
A special grillin', fuck what you don't hear me though
I'm from the real end, bitch, the land of Gimmie Mo

I let my trigger go boom, I let my trigger go buck
You lookin' at a hostile nigga, I don't give a fuck
So up all your duckets, two tears in the bucket
Fuck it, or whatever, my Tec'll wet your sweater, huh
That's how it is when you fuckin' with the psych, ho

You wind up dead with a tag on your fuckin' toe
That's on the three, that's on the two, that's on the one
It's murder after midnight, bitch, that's when it's done

Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker

The murders they come and the victims fall asleep
Nightmare by natural causes causes human blood to flood the street
Horrors of the wilderness, you watch this fuckin' devil bleed
Subconsciously I sit inside a casket blowin' pounds of weed
Haunted house, homicide, no my friend, it's not a hoax
But there was a murder done by Casper, yeah, the evil ghost
Who's the player hater talkin' shit? They better play Scream
Give him all the weapons that would nurture all his daydreams
Put him on the ice, can you help him with the hockey shit?
You hold him for a ransom, you hurt him with the hockey stick

Strangulation comes with the string and the torture's scary
Cremate the ashes, just a thousand in the mortuary
Let me demonstrate, now take a look at this shit
'Cause OG just got freed but now he's right back with a rock, bitch

Fuckin' with the psych, motherfucker, yeah, you might bleed
Enter your mind and take control of your thoughts at light speed
There goes the scientist, hope to take the moon home
Gather all the black leaders and worship all their tombstones
The word now is a felony, so what the fuck you tellin' me?
They think I am some meat, those rattle
Snakes, oh yeah, they smellin' me
Inhaling me like smoke, a meal is what they found
Bet you see these twenty people
These twenty people ain't been found yet

Psycho Nip, the psychopath is gettin' bolder

I'm back inside your thoughts, but for now this murder scene is over

Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker
Murder, mo' murder
Murder after midnight, motherfucker

That's when it's done
Murder after midnight
1201, That's when it's done

From the album: Rap a Lot Street Classics