[Intro]
There's gonna be a killin' after midnight (Say what?)

[Verse 1: Big Mike & Scarface]
N***as 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 n***a they left me stuck with
I grabbed the cellular phone and called my n***a 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 n***as bust a cap and shot my n***a Mack
They killed my n***a, 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 n***a suffer
I'm rollin' hard, I got my daddy's Smith & Wesson
Six-shot, nickel-plated .357
So keep your eyes peeled, n***a, 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 n***a 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 n***as 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
N***as 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 n***as who had ran
Oki jumped out and went to bust him once again
Uh, makin' n***as take cover fast
'Cause we was puttin' somethin' on they motherfuckin' ass
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So n***a, 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