Murder After Midnight Geto Boys

[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)