The Night Before

Murs

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    [Verse 1]
    Now some claim gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets
    But it's used as an excuse to pretend over bats

    So I'ma lend my speech to all within my reach
    To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets
    Now in LA as you know there's a war going on
    And it's been going on since before I was born
    Though the undisputed origin has yet to be formed
    It all used to boil down to the red and the bue

    But that got fucked up as the many led the few
    Now there's bloods killin' bloods and crips killin' crips
    That's niggas killin' niggas they play kickball with
    It ain't as simple as it was way back in '86
    Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
    My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
    Cuz there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
    Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
    Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
    I'm bot to hit the block to see who's chillin' on the spot outside
    When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride
    So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear
    He yells, that's Murs I see his beard from here
    But I told this whole story just to make things clear
    So it don't seem weird when I tell ya this here

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    [Chorus - 2x]
    Last night I almost got shot on my block
    Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at
    Where I keep it real at, and used to pack steel
    At times I feel it's the spot I'll get killed at

    [Verse 2]
    Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks
    But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets
    A whole fleet of the task that they simply call CRASH
    That's Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums
    If anyone should ask what the acronym reflects
    Put into effect to try to keep the gangs in check
    Now they're just another gang out bangin' they set
    Known for stirring up some shit when your hood is at peace
    The only pig I know dying to create beef
    Butlet me get on with my story so that all of y'all can peep
    Once again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale
    Playin' 2K2 while I'm talkin' on my cell well
    While I'm inside eyes glued to the screen
    CRASH rolls on my homies with the Thursday routine
    What's our name, where you goin', where you been, where you from
    We say the same thing while they just play dumb
    We don't gang-bang we got J-O-B's
    Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees
    Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
    Sowhen I run out on the porch to tell the homies come andsee
    I see 'em on the ground and I'm like, god damn
    Plus I got this black Nextel phone in my hand
    They both yell freeze, guns aimed at me
    And even though I drop my phone it's plain to see

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    It was a 2 month tour that ended in Japan
    So the first day back I had to spend it with my fam
    That night I was goin' down to holler at my folks
    Have a few beers, smoke, and share a few jokes so
    To the block I bail but when I got to the dale
    Everybody's on the porch lookin' distraught as hell
    They start to tell me on how some fools from the other side
    just tried to kill T, he don't fuck with nobody
    Just be mindin' his biz
    So you have to understand what an explosive situation this Terry thing is
    My nigga never gang-banged a day in his life so
    Fuckin' with him is not a way to earn stripes
    But a way to get wiped off the motherfuckin' planet
    I don't claim to be a killer with a heart made of granite
    But try to kill my best friend and it's on goddammit
    I had the big homey roll me over to my place
    So I could pick up this nine I kept just in case
    of some shit like this, a box of hollow-tips
    I slipped back to the block with the heat in my hand
    We sat up in the house loadin' guns, makin' plans
    They asked me was it stolen, and why I never told 'em
    Nobody in the hood ever knew that I was holdin'
    I told 'em I forgot but I did it on purpose
    So they wouldn't ask to borrow it to go and do dirt with
    Now we locked and loaded and about to hit the streets
    When we look to the corner there's a Jeep tryin' to creep
    With its headlights off, we all leap for cover
    They start to let off - now how does this sound?
    When I hit the deck, my pistol hits the ground
    So the homey picked it up and let off a couple rounds
    After that went down I knew I might get clowned
    So I shook to the crib to take a shower and lay down
    The next morning woke up, rolled out of bed
    I called my girl up and this is what I said

    [Chorus]

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