Tonite

[Chorus: Uncle Murda] We don't care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight We don't miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga [Verse 1: Uncle Murda] It’s MAC-11 and .40 Cals for the opposition On the news or in the newspaper, you might see him get mentioned Like two men gunned down last night in Brooklyn As far as knowing who might of did it, police still looking Homicide askin’ questions, my name getting mentioned They got me under surveillance, paying me close attention I shot at police before so they feeling the tension I’m Larry Davis, this ain’t going to be a easy apprehension (bang, bang) They ain’t got no evidence, it's all speculation They think I’m out here killin’ niggas for recreation I kill niggas and laugh when I saw they momma cryin’ That’s how it is in the jungle when you a fucking lion If niggas get the drop on me, you think they gonna feel bad Like, “Damn, Murda’s kids gonna grown up without they dad” They ain’t gon’ give two fucks and they shouldn’t, nigga If my finger was on the trigger, I'd pull it, nigga I'd make sure I hit me with every bullet, nigga If you ain’t on it like that, don't even pull it, nigga Shoot to kill is what I’m saying if you know like I know I know Carlito wishin’ he would’ve killed Benny Blanco ‘Shoot them before they shoot me’ is my mentality Never back down from a nigga that challenge me Shit you see in gangsta movies is my reality I be talking that shit, niggas that locked up be proud of me [Chorus: Uncle Murda] We don't care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight We don't miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga [Verse 2: Dave East] Cough up your blood just to see what it taste like It look better lettin’ it go when it’s broad daylight Yo, Uncle Murda, we can’t find a nigga, “Get his uncle murder’d” Bundle serving body for body That’s just another person We got sticks like we tryin’ to build a tree house Indictments left my name out Certain shit I won’t speak about You ever seen a body flip? Headshot splash like water as I Dasani sip The feds will never find the grip I’m parked in front your son’s school trying to line your kid He’s gonna tell me where your momma live While I’m just polishin’ M1 Scope came with it, don't make no quick run Leave it up to me to go handle it, I’m gonna get it done Money on your head, type of shit we consider fun Never breathe the same, they hit his lung, go get a gun (Gunshot) Still got my GemStar, eat a nigga face up My lawyer handle business now, go beat a nigga case up You don't really want the morgue havin’ to do your make up Havin’ to get your suit fit, tailor made, we shoot shit Woodgrain coffin, we cook ‘caine often Never took chains off him, my crooks ain’t talking Interrogations, got my mental racin’ I ain’t trying to be in Bellevue as no mental patient We spin the block, a hundred shot, pray for whoever make it And left ‘em without all they paper, they just left ‘em naked It’s murder [Chorus: Uncle Murda] We don't care if they strapped up, we got the drop tonight We don't miss when we shoot, niggas getting shot tonight It’s summer time but we the ones making it hot tonight Bet them old folks be callin’ the cops tonight (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Little kids gon’ wake up outta their sleep all scared, nigga (gun shots*) That’s all you gon’ hear, nigga Want to see a dead body? Come with me over here, nigga