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[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Oh nigga guess what! Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! I know where they be kickin it at Down with a 187?" [EIHT] Eeerrr... Geah Geah In the muthafuckin house, fool For the 9 to the fizive-O The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house Geah And like my nigga E-40 say: We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here Tha Eihthype thugs C.M.W. N.O.T.R. Lil Hawk & Bird Da Foe I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin When the 9 mill starts unloadin You better be watchin what you sayin Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier Don't wanna catch the slug But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this Report your homies for domestic violence For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass [O Dawg from Menace II Society] "Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em Shit it ain't that hard" [EIHT] I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met The story that you told was some fake bullshit It was me and Chill my pal The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral It was you and then about five of y'all hangin Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin (Ain't nuthin but marks) Approached me with your "P" hat But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin David Blake: you fake as fuck! I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini Oh geah, just like I said before Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick Little trick named Quik Geah, quick to get fucked one time You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine And nigga, checks this Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park (You know where we from) Can't fade it, better fear it Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fuckin lyrics Playin around with the hood you get got Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap No muthafuckin truce Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce Don't make me have to act up Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape Original Compton representin to the T Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's Go run right through you And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you Slick talkin, fast walkin Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver? You ain't worth a penny Never had a damn eye, dotted so many Times, two times, three times You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo' And if you wanna get with this you best to dash Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass West Side Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas Uh Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know? I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass 9 to the fizive-0, fool You can't fuck with these killas So stay the fuck back And rounds up your little homies and shit Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga True Blue from the streets Wessyyyde |
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| 2. |
| 5:13 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:26 |
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Do this muthaf**kin' shit right though
We in the muthaf**kin' house Geah In the muthaf**kin' house Niggas on the run in the muthaf**kin' house Boom bam, tha chill Mc eiht in the house And we know your muthaf**kin' residential spots, geah [tha chill] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh Muthaf**kas best to run and duck Cause that nigga named chill still don't give a f**k Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the front of the seat F**k a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun Niggas on the run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang And we can get in the street and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah Fool I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the f**k? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill... Boom bam in the house Where you from nigga? [boom bam] I'm from the c to the o to the m to the p to the t to the o to the n Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, bring your ass to the west side of compton that's where we chill at Cause I don't give a f**k about dollars & sense I'm backin' my nigga eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga Cause I swear to God I'm gonna kill quick Cause when you f**k with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthaf**ka, that's where you'll find me at You best to watch your back Cause I be creepin' through your hood Every other night loaded with my f**kin' gat Just hopin' that I see you To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas Geah, cause we them killin' niggas Chorus... [eiht] Don't be slippin' on this side of town Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down And i'ma clown like krusty when I bust this You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga how'd you figure? You better be diggin a bigger ditch Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original baby gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin' (geah) Lyin' on your back Tryin' to get ? ? ? ? Never seen a man cry Until he seems dead As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass Better dash before your dead By these killin' niggas Chorus... Geah In the muthaf**kin' house The eihthype thugs, uh Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin' ? ? ? ? ? to the 9-6 We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh Don't f**k around know I'm sayin' C'mon sayin' Geah, true blue thugs from the muthaf**kin' steets |
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| 4. |
| 4:38 |
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Niggas On The Run in the house
Little Hawk & Bird in the house I say Da Foe in the house New Style in the house Geah Muthafuckas wanna run at the lip Ego trip, I'ma grab the clip Uh, hit the stick from the chronic sack Suicidal (geah), homicidal Kinda vital (right) Maniac with the Mac is back, no drama For your momma more trauma (geah) It's more shootin', it's more buckin' It's more slicin', it's more dicin', it's more - fuckin' (right) Insane in the membrane Makes me leave dead bodies in the tub cause I got no love For my momma (stick) or my daddy (shit) Now I'm solo Oh no, out the roof of the Caddy Never will I be beated is the attitude (right) Because I'm always heated And just like Waco I'ma put 'em on their back (right) When I'm schemin' muthafuckas just try to attack And in fact to the wack I'ma show no slack Got a muthafucka sweatin' like I hit some crack Never stable, loose cable Live wire, for hire, under fire (geah) Get your shit slit with a knife Hard nigg's better run for their fuckin' life Run... niggas... c'mon... Eyes roll back when I hit the spliff (shit) Throwin' dead bodies off the side of a clip, uh Get my kicks outta killin' with a dirty gat (right) Execution style, can you picture that? (geah) Get on your knees (drop), nigga please (right) You fucked Get your hands up (c'mon) It won't hurt like I told ya 2 to your dome muthafucka now it's over, uh Niggas keep on duckin' Fuck the devil it's myself that keep see buckin' Not that white devil Bruce Springsteen I'm the boss so the cost is you gon' get tossed (geah) Never can I be faded, can't whip it Double stick it cause I'm wicked Ain't no future in your frontin' Put you on front street and punk I'll keep dumpin' (dump dump dump) And I ain't done yet (geah), you got about 8 secs 'Fore I grab the muthafuckin' Tec Get your dome checked as I start to dump like Phife Muthafuckas better run for your fuckin' life Run... c'mon... geah... Run niggas (Compton) Run niggas (West Side) Run (stick 'em) Looks like a full moon (that's right) After I loot ya I'm a shoot ya then boot ya In the corner and you screamin' And I'm bettin' you sweatin' Cause your ass keep dreamin', nigga you done pissed me off Just can't stand it, goddamnit, too soft Wicked as I kick it like soccer (geah) Better be watchin' ??? cause I'ma cluck ya Endonesia, the gangsta pleaser One time - for your mind Wreckin' your braids Causin' you pain got you in check When I got my hands around your neck Squeezin' (geah) tighter than you can imagine Coughin' up blood as your ass keep gaggin' (c'mon) Boo-yah! How you like me now like a cricket Then you give me click it when I'ma stick it Meanin' you seeled your fate (c'mon) Meanin' you can't escape Meanin' you best think twice (right) Meanin' you run for your life Run... nigga... c'mon... Run Geah And we runnin' that shit you know I'm sayin'? Niggas On The Run Lil' Hawk & Bird The New Style, you know I'm sayin'? For the ninety fizzy... Oh... Da Foe in the house Geah |
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| 5. |
| 4:41 |
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Geah, uh
In the muthafuckin' house Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh Ain't nuthin' but the Eihthype thugs nigga Geah (stick 'em) Compton in this bitch Check it out, geah I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit That you gots to fuck with, uh So stand back cause I don't want my funk to rub off On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh I'm giving that brain a little tickle You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle Uh fool, you know I'm too cold I'll leave that ass hanging Dangling like a bitch on hold (stick 'em) Gets off my thing You cling like static I spits like a fucking automatic (brrr) Classy bitches, I'm in 'em, uh I'm deadly like poison, fucking snakes venom Your parents say don't do me (uh uh) But I'm the bomb so they run right to me (run run run) As you inhale everything seems right Ready to take you on that late night hype (get em) The endoness Westside Geah, c'mon uh The endoness, uh (stick em) Damn, must be the shit Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn) Must be the chronic Invincible like Steve Austin... ddddddddddd... bionic I touch the brains of many The more you want the more you get (geah), no shit You'll find all kinds but none like this You need this The shit - that seedless A brand new trip Exciting as your cells do back flips (c'mon uh) I might just fuck up your sinus And put that ass to sleep like Linus So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times That ass is mine, geah I'ma take you through Virtue - reality, it won't hurt you The endoness Aaah, come on, uh geah Eihthype in the house, nigga Eihth |
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| 4:06 |
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Geah Geah C'mon geah (right) C'mon I comes from the depths of hell Where - killin' niggas roam Illegal mobile phones, 4-5's and 9's: that's chrome Abbreviated sets is where they macks Crack sales in stacks Government pay no taxes If one times roll through they get hit up No bullet proof vest protects that chest Blood gets spit up (geah) You can't believe it like Aids with Eazy Fools be droppin when I be Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah) Damn why the fuck do they live like that? How come Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (I don't know) Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don't know) standers Intimidate niggas who can't stand us (geah) So baby don't be caught nappin' In clubs, we scrappin on blocks We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right) The way you livin' ain't worth a fuck (geah) We straight thuggin' it up c'mon (geah) Somebody say Geah Somebody say Geah (that's right) Somebody say We straight thuggin' it up C'mon nigga I walks around with the glocks all day Puttin in work that Compton way (Compton) Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out One time comin fast(geah) I hear the cluck shout, but uh... It's too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash Cause ain't no future in this frontin Corners I bend to get more ends (geah) On fools I'm dumpin' And to my homies I got clout Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son? Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun |
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| 4:54 |
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| 8. |
| 4:31 |
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(feat. Havoc (SCC))
[HAVOC] Ping, ping, ping, muthafucka, it's ricochet Havoc Coming with the muthafuckin automatic All niggas and bitches who ain't down with Eiht I'm givin they ass much muthafuckin static Geah like my nigga Eiht say, fuck 'em all [EIHT] Geah, doin it that thuggish way Compton, come on I got controversy like ????? since I hit the big time Noses be sniffin' my fuckin ass to see what's mine (get 'em) You best think twice tryin to take What they make Punk bitch, I'm nuthin' nice (geah) You need to shut your trap This ain't no gangsta rap (get 'em) It's gonna peel your cap Keep snitchin', my fingers twitchin' Never seen a muthafucka (get 'em) Keeps bitchin, uh We rolls through you Who got beef? Teeth smacked out instomatic Automatic static You better be makin out your funeral plans You gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c'mon geah) I chalks up more points than basketball, now Kurtis Blow Buck that Blow gots to go Niggas run fast when we hoo-ride When we spittin you gets banked up the blind side Jealous fools keep on talking while you walking Cause I'ma hit you up And say fuc em all Somebody say fuc em all... I like when niggas talk much shit about me, gots to smile Let me know I've been on they mind for a while Eiht this, Eiht that Who's fucking Eiht Who's sucking Eiht, wait Wanna be in my pockets Look it little hoe so bring that eye close, I'ma sock it Test my gang affiliation And you gon' get hit, no shit, sent on a long vacation Got my shit floatin just like pigeons, can't fake it Damn sho' can't fake it so you wanna take it fools Ducking, don't push me Calling up bitches, wanna salt me up To get the pussy Get it on your own If you can't get it, need to quit it Bitch leave it alone (Bitch) So don't run game with my name If you do it's a damn shame, geah So watch me ball as I stand tall To yell fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all, it don' stop... Bitches all up in my business But they really can't tell what my game is (that's right) Wanna know who I'm in, I hope the Bitches stop gossippin' Wishing they was Oprah 8 million stories is what they having Save it You got more drama than David (sorry-ass) Pay no attention to bitches, fuck that I gots no cheese for them first class hoodrats Playing on my pager and my phone ain't no love at all But get your punk-ass nigga, friends to call Uh, I gots no choice "Fuck you bitch" comes straight out my voice Not all ho's is bitches, y'know what I'm sayin' But they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a nigga paying These chips ain't for dippin Keep that grand canyon pussy, ain't no whipping So scoot that ass on before you get the boot Geah all alone It's like that In the nine to the six, uh Fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all... It don't stop... In the muthafuckin house, nigga Eihthype in the house Nigga On The Run in the house Little Hawk & Bird in the house I say Da Foe in the house Compton in this bitch |
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| 4:34 |
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| 5:11 |
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Geah Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch Ugh Check it out In the muthafuckin house Nigga For the 9 to the 6 Ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs Ugh It ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs It ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs Geah, nigga Check it out [ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Err, as I hit you up Not givin a fuck Geah, I know you hate it Gang affiliated For niggas trippin, they wanna hang Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang The thugs roll too thick Bangin before hair start to grow on my dick Fool, you best not be slippin by your lonely Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. Eiht was hungry Done trapped, Eiht spit speedy In the M.C. we hit your block lookin too greedy Innocent by-standers in they driveways Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me So you better run Cause I'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum [ CHORUS ] |
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| 4:34 |
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[EIHT]
(don't fuck around...) Geah In the mutherfuckin house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this bitch, uh And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy This goin' out to all the Hub city players baby Check it out Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer A nigga that kill, that's real Eiht gon' steal to your Mutherfuckin jaw Fuck the southpaw We go knuckle to knuckle, I'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) It seems that you talk much trash but I'ma be like Rockets Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time With the notorious 1-59 You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you Your ride full of holes when we blast you Got no muthafuckin stripes at all Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall sucker Better duck ah, I'ma buck ya Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights Niggas On The Run, Lil Hawk |
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| 4:52 |
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Geah
MC Eiht and Chill up in this bitch The Eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah Compton in this bitch And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah The Killers, check it out I gives a fuck where you from could give a mad fuck about your hood sign keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping) you fake niggas need to peep you gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split I reach under my seat for the heat I bust a U-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street I see you a busta so I start to clown (right) cause if you was a G you would have stood yo' ground uh but geah it's kinda difficult to stand your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on you better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass but i'ma still hit your block with it cocked i give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah) so don't look dumb and don't act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah) Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back Strapped with macs On a mission down Compton Boulevard (geah) some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas) they some bustas (that's right) and geah not to mention my hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (West Side) hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh) peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke but what do you know it's another gang story some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory I told fools about |
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| 4:21 |
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Uh... geah... uh... Niggaz can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click... Geah... uh... c'mon EIHT: Step in the arena in 9-6 i'm kinda mean of felony case catcher no misdemenour mentality of a psychopath when i catch you dippin slip into this blood bath (geah) the 9 niggas ain't no joke so you gone bear witness, get this like the fuccin gun smoke it don't matter cuz i got you suspended fucc up your whole program your life ended the Tec 9 split up, i'ma get you unload these muthafuccin hollows till i hit you fuccin with my mind the wrong kind evil as fuck the glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck duck your head instead the scene that is left is your mutherfuckin death my glock goes up to fools wanna be me but them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me (c'mon uh geah) Chorus... EIHT: To be or not to be killed when you're fuckin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah) specialize in the murder rappin Original Baby fuckin Gangsta streiht ass tappin i got that ass on cue you be dazed and confused tryin to figure out what we fix to do (whut tha fucc?) you best hit the ground (geah) these killin niggas be spittin up the K and don't be fuccin around i seen two niggas fall (geah) but wait Eiht got slugs for all of y'all Boom Bam picks the slack up (geah) for fools that's tryin to let off Chill gots the Mac up them killin niggas doin drive bys, lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies Little Hawk'n Bird got my back G (that's rite) the glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me-a |
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| 4:21 |
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| 4:58 |
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Geah
In the muthafuckin house For the 9 to the 6 Geah To them bitch-ass niggas We know your residential spot The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest Original baby gangster on the block 159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock It looks like rain, so I'm wettin Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down Nigga please, no R.I.P.'s for these Westside gees I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip Which I stash by my fuckin dick Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin Bout my homies who died from the Park From Casual to Short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's like the dead has risen Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Caddy Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the Mac I will send you on a trip where you won't be comin back I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin '96 is the killin season Murder murder murder Kill kill kill (3x) Murder murder murder murder... Geah, come on I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive The mentality's got me stuck in '85 Park boy straight bangin (right) Peelin caps back to collect my stripes From the 3rd to the Cly', then back to Taper Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors Bitch please, 159 gees Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss chee |
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