1.Niggaz That Kill(Endolude)
Geah
We in the muthafuckin' house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house, nigga
Half ounce
We in the muthafuckin' house, uh
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house
Lil' hawk ＆ bird in the muthafuckin' house
My nigga ric roc in this bitch
C.m.w. back in the house for the 9-4
We in it to win, motherfucker, it's do or die
Don't fuck around with eihthype, it's suicide, nigga
How'd you figure we hold the trigger and let you slide？
Murder raps like i step, we hit when we hoo-ride
You knows that, when we rep, homeboy, i thought you knew
Caps get peeled when we chill, it's the west side, fool
Like a dope fiend i steal to your fuckin' jaw
Left connects, then i switch to the southpaw
You gets the boom ping ping
Listen to yo' motherfuckin' cranium crane
And as you fall down you see the barrel of my gat
You get a chill
For fuckin' around with niggaz that kill
Uh geah
We in the motherfuckin house
For the 9-4, nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc eiht is a nigga that kill
My nigga slip is a nigga that kill
Boom bam and chill is niggaz that kill
Lil' hawk ＆ bird quick to grab the steel, niggas that kill
My nigga ric with the bomb, a nigga that kill
And niggas from compton, niggas from compton
You know how nigga from compton do it
Geah
Niggaz that kill
Buck buck
Buck buck
You gets fucked by niggaz that kill
2.Def Wish Iii(Intro)
3.Def Wish Iii
You got it started, so let me finish
Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace, nigga
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm, let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking
hard
Huh, you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird
chest, nigga
Call me the night creeper, the grim reaper
Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper
Uh, say hello to the motherfucking two
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
Nigga, i fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama cause eiht flies lead
Yeah, i catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht a loaded lit clip and quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When eiht is evil cause i got the damn desert eagle, nigga
You on your ass like fast in a trap
Me？ i fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk i'm straight
Like i said in the beginning don't fuck with eiht
Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)
I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named david, they should call you silly billy
Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
And you don't want to see me
Dj quik in a khaki bikini
You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when i slang
Cheap like swv you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could you fade a compton banger
Nigga, i'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
No sing no dance, no dance no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def wish 3, fool, i lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more eiht shit for that punk that i pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with eiht, bitches, sing
Don't fuck with eiht (repeat 4x)
4.Take 2 With Me
Damn. 5-0 at my motherfuckin front door
Tryin to get us , ya know i'm sayin
But eihthype ain't sleepin
Gyeah , my niggas on the run know what's up
Lil' hawk and burn got the back , ya know i'm sayin
1／2 oz. runnin this shit, so we keep runnin
Niggas on the run , ya know i'm sayin
Somebody snitchin ain't that a bitch
Motherfuckin 5-0 at my front door
Uhh , talkin about they got a gang of witnesses
Wanna commit and search my premises
Sellin dat candy is just the way to survive
And dealin them straps they won't take me alive
So now i gots ta play it like i say it
See the fuckin glare of the batch and i spray it
Uhh , they kickin my front door with them steel-toe boots
I hit 1 to the 2 starts to shout
Grab the motherfuckin yea kick the backdoor fool , i'm out
All for your dollars and some sense
Hear the fuckin sirens and i hit the back , bitch
Uhh , i start to scatter like a mouse
Snatch the fuckin yea and i'm out to my nigga boom bam's house
Uhh
I guess you can chalk up zero for the blue team
Look up in the sky and see the fuckin high beam
Tab on boom bam's window with the fuckin strap
Wake up my nigga one-time's tryin to peel my cap
Special report just hit the fuckin airways
Be on the look-out for the nigga hair full of braids
They say i'm nuttin but a cheater
Trippin and i'm quick fast strapped with a nine millameter
Gotta make it to my motherfuckin nigga chills
One-times on they way and they wanna kill
They lookin silly cause they got clowned
Heard the whisper chief williams 2 officers down
Uhh , here comes the motherfuckin tear gas
Bam dropped the mask and hit the side door kinda fast
One 5-0 that i killed
Jumped on the motherfuckin metro to my nigga chills
Ain't no takin me to jail no bail no wonder
Kill 'em all cause the motherfuckin hood took me under
Uhh , one-times won't give me no juice
Heard the barkin , yes they let the dogs loose
Uhh , runnin like a motherfuckin strap with the mack
But i ain't that lucky
Caught one in the leg and in the damned back
Now bleedin like a stuck pig
But i keep bellin 'fuck you bitches' is what i'm yellin
I make it to chills and tell him he'd pack quick
Give me some ammo cause one-time's is on my dick
Mellin cum cause eiht ain't had enough
Bring them body bags , fool fuck they handcuffs
Ya'll goin down i thought i told ya
Caught one thru the shoulder of my coat
So i bust 'em in the fuckin coap
The bullets flyin they tryna hit me , they might get me
But fuck 'em imma take 2 with me
Gyeah
Ain't no love bitch
Mc eiht , dj slip , 1／2 oz. niggas on the run
Lil' hawk'n burn we killin 'em off
And we outta here
5.All For The Money
One more nigga on the run
I just can't handle this, born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms is kicking me, i gots to get mine
I load up my strap, map out my plan
Choose my victim, then motherfucker stick him
One more point that got scored for the...
Up to no damn good, understood
Steps is getting low so i gots to get some more
Loads up the k, breaks out the back door
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But i ain't sweating it cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so i'm a take yours (repeat 2x)
Just call me the come up kid
Hard times kicking it in the cpt
So that means i gotta do what i gotta do
And if you ain't down with the hype, fuck you
You're coming up short when i slang
So when i hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so i'm crazy as fuck
I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
Need to make a nine so i rush your spot
And it's like that when i got the philly
If you don't care someone else does the killing
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so i'm a take yours (repeat 2x)
Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but i still gets paid
Just say no？ fuck the tv
Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed
See me for the blast, five-oh fly in fast
Mad cause i'm making more cash than they ass
Now i lay low in the cut
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
My birds fly out throughout the fucking states
Now my other half is telling me i'd better quit
But i ain't through in this shit, so i guess this is it
I'll be dead before i go out like a dummy
(why's that, g？) cause it's all for the money
I gots to get mine, so i'm a take yours (repeat 6x)
6.Compton Cyco
Compton
In da muthafucking house for da '94 beeitch
Kill'em all off, ya know what i'm sayin'
Niggaz backdafuckup of da compton thug
When i'm chrome off da muthafuckin' chronic hood nigga
1 mo muthafuckin' hit
Lips get split, fake this shit
Never gave a fuck about a hoodrat bitch
Clownin' in da trey with da 3-wheel snitch
So stay da fuck back, you know it's like that
Come strapped with da 'k', what can i say
Leave youre ass sceared like dana dane
Nightmare's we comming appears
It don't stop till'a tick tock
Around the clock, electric shock
Is what i send 2 niggaz brain
Specialicin' in cauzing pain
Better yet i put fools to sleep
Like funkadelic i'm n2deep
The compton cyco
(the muthafucking compton cyco) yeah, eh (4x)
Guess who's back from da westside
Killin' muthafuckaz, yeah right
Can't dill when the get starts to spittin'
Compton ain't bullshitin'
Run yo ass like a sceary cat
？？？ can you fuck with that
I throw da westside out the fuckin' window
Strapped in my lapped as i puff on the indo
Commin' from da muthafuckin' compton-gang
Niggaz on the run got the extra gunz
Droppin' the gangsta shit that you never heard
Call up my niggaz, lil' hawking bird
Now we deep as a muthafuck
Hoodrat bitches prepare to suck
And don't be talkin' that shit cauze we pump
Lay in yo ass than we dump'em
And bitches gank for yo' ritches
Don't give a fuck bout non of yo bitches
The compton cyco
Yeah, the compton cyco
Niggaz on the run
Lil' hawking bird in da muthafuckin' houze
And this is how we do this shit for da 94, yeah
Mc-eiht, dj slip, half oz.
Yo take me the fuck outta here
Compton nigga, yeah
Compton nigga, yeah
Compton fool, yeah
Niggaz on the run
7.Niggaz Make The Hood Go Round
Geah
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Mc eiht, dj slip
Half ounce in the mutherfuckin house
It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
With the shooting up, bang bang
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out compton gangs
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands
Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands
And living in compton you can't deal with the hassle
Uh, living in compton one time's tryin' to gaffle
Uh, living in compton boy you better think fast
Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on d's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
One for all, all for one is how we go down
Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round
That's righ, geah
Niggas make the hood... geah... go
You know...
The hood done took under all kinds, yeah i know
From my homies down in watts to the g's in chicago
(hey what's up homeboy？)
What's up？ and everybody's up on the gank
It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo'
bank
Real g's come in all shapes and sizes
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises
The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop
pop)
And now your shit outta luck
Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down
(geah)
Caps get peeled with this hot ass a.k.
Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
A place where there's about a million night stalkers
Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers
Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah)
Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round
Geah
Niggas make the hood... go
You know
Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why)
Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit)
And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went
through
At martin luther king guess who we ran into
The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up？)
In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps
And ain't no losin cause we already lost
The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed
And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump
Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp
That's the way it happens, the way i'm sayin'
Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah)
You got beef？ muthafucka that's cool (you got beef？)
Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man？)
We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down
Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah)
Geah
Niggas make the hood... go
You know
Geah
Geah
And this is going out to all the real compton niggas, geah
You know what i'm saying
And you can't stop the mutherfuckin' bum rush
Half ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah
And we puttin' it down for all the real compton niggas y'know
i'm sayin
Ain't no faking homeboy
Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94
Mc eiht, dj slip, boom bam, tha chill,
My homeboy d.u.i., lil hawk ＆ bird
Y'know i'm sayin, geah
And this is how we doin in, you know i'm sayin
And peace to all the real compton city g's
Yo willie, take me outta here
Yeah what's up, geah
Eihthype's in this bitch
8.Nuthin' But High(Endolude)
9.We Come Strapped
Geah
We in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
C.m.w. back in this muthafucka
Geah, the most wanted muthafuckas in compton, y'know i'm sayin？
And can't nobody can compare
So niggas beware cause eihthype's runnin' this bitch
Geah
Run muthafuckas run
I got the muthafuckin gun and i'm ready to blast on your
mark-ass
We shoot first then take names later
No one can fade a crooked ass scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we quick to catch the fever of the
flavor
Punk fool nuthin can save you
You crossed the line boy you slipped
Nuthin' to lose, shootin at your friend as i'm poppin' in
another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull the trigger
Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas
We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's
We slang a game of mutherfuckin compton gang
I gots to peel your fuckin cap, nigga
We come strapped
One more hit on your hood muthafucka ain't no bullshittin'
Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start
spittin
And gather up your fuckin kids
1-8-7's for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids
I'll cap that ass up in the car
When your rollin the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r.
Don't try to hang with the fire power it's a slaughter
We bust caps on your awake at the funeral parlour
You get the short end of the stick
Rollin with a click and the way we role, muthafucka it's thick
And my brain is sayin' kill so nigga you're stuck
I like the sound of the 'k when it start to buck
Ain't no damn playin', ain't no rhyme sayin'
One more point for the hood when my gat start sprayin'
We gots to peel your fuckin cap, geah
We come strapped
Night time hits the fuckin streets
Loadin up the clips and we ready to kill rollin the gangsta
beats
One time try to run a make on my plates
Routine jack but jack is too fuckin late
Put the strap up in my lap
Hopin these muthafuckas don't trip, slip pass me the extra clip
I hit the mutherfuckin volume up on the dash
So no tittle-tattle can hear the muthafuckin blast
I give him one to the dome
As the cop start to drop i'm sayin to myself damn it's on
I guess the blunt made me do it
Knew the other times would be comin so i grabbed the strap and
threw it
Hit the corner fast, hit the fuckin gas
Be on the lookout cause they coming to tap my ass
We gots to peel they fuckin cap
That's the way we get'em muthafucka cause you know
We come strapped
Geah
Nigga
In the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house nigga
So stay the fuck back
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
Lil' hawk ＆ bird in the muthafuckin house
Stick'em
Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Nigga
Stay the fuck down clown
Cause ain't no love ho
In the 94
Eihthype, half ounce in this bitch
C.m.w. in this bitch
Geah
10.Can I Still Kill It？
Geah
The nigger ho's is back in this muthafucka
Mc eiht, dj slip, half ounce, eihthype
Bitch i'm only out to fuck, get your lips ready to suck
As i go up in you like a mack truck
What's love got to do with this？
Get butt naked as i squeeze on your ass and grab your tits
Shit just call me mr. king kong
With my nuts in your mouth while you play ping pong ho'
I start killin' that twat, you start whinin'
Take out the big blow pop and start slimin'
So get ready for the big blacks nigga
Eiht can stick her, it's a winner, tie you over till dinner
Bitch, my shit is beef, fuck
Bacon no fakin, play hard to get and i'm taking
So give that big fat ass a rest
With my shit in your mouth as i sit on your chest
Geah like my homies from d-f-c： you can get the dick!
Bitch, i'm ready to stick
Can i still kill it？
Geah
Uh, what up
And all the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, uh
We don't love them ho's, geah
Geah, take off them g-string drawers
So i can start to break down your sugar walls, uh
I'll smack it, flip it, rub it, tap it
Bend over, stick it up a little bit so i can slap it
All over that big fat tail
Making you come faster than the metro rail
Uh, i'm rubbin' your clit, you want me to stick cause you gettin
hot
Bend over to the side so i can hit the spot
Bitch throw your legs on top of my shoulder
I kill that mutherfuckin' twat i thought i told you
I thought it was cool pimpin, playin like michael ？？？？
But the bitch was scandlous like robin givens
I guess i just couldn't handle this
Twat that's deeper than atlantis
Oh geah, pussy so big that i can't even feel it
But fuck it, i'ma still kill it
Geah
And that's how it goes down in the 94
Like my nigga doggy dogg say：
We don't love them hoes!
And like my nigga too $hort say：
I give you a bitch before i give you a joint
And like my nigga ant banks say：
Bitch, i'm only out to fuck
Geah
And it's going down like that
Yo willie take me the fuck outta here
11.Goin' Out Like Geez
Geah
We in the muthafuckin house for the 94
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Geah
Mc eiht and dj slip in the muthafuckin house
Uh, compton in the house, nigga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, bitch
Geah
You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall
You can bust me in the head with gatz
But punk ass nigga i'll be back, geah
You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
Fuckin blood runnin down my back
I pull the muthafuckin strap on the sneak attack, uh
Load the hollow points into the hot glock
Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block
Don't give a fuck who's inside
His little sis' caught the fuckin slug so i jumps in the g-ride
Feelin cold as i look at the murder metal
Hear the sirens so i hit the mutherfuckin pedal
Tyres got to spinnin, i can see the smoke
Could barely catch my breath as i start to choke
Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back
Damn that was wack
Dip through the back streets so i can slide out
The g-ride to my homie chills to hide out
Dump the mutherfuckin glock, it was dirt'
Bammed on my nigga door, damn chill heard me
He opened up the door and i fell straight in
Passed out for a second cause i lost my wind
Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin breed and chill looked up and
said：
'damn eiht you bleedin!'
Niggas they pulled the fuckin sneak attack
Fucked around and caught 2 to the fuckin back, geah
Niggas was buckin tried to put me down
Some punk muthafuckas from across town, uh
You won't be chalkin up one for your sorry set
Ain't dead yet
Just label me a deadly threat
Get boom bam on the mutherfuckin phone
Get the 19 shot cause nigga it's on
I know the spot where them punk niggas chill
Hit their hood with the big black steel
I do it my way like m.j.
Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk
No time to think about it twice
Leave these muthafuckas in traps and scatter like fuckin mice
Boom bam meet me at the spot, i'm shot
I don't give a fuck they gon' get got
One time's on my dick, fuck it
Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket
Now the bullet starts to travel, i'm cold, i shiver
But fuck it like the mail man i'll deliver
I hoppes out the bucket and i'm bleedin bad
But fuck it don't sweat it cause i'm too damn mad
Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire
Grabbed the 'k and kneeled down by the tyre
They bust at me and i bust back
Boom bam bring up the rear with the fuckin mac
I buck one in the chest he start to beg
'let me live'
I slipped, caught one in the leg
My nigga bam let the mutherfuckin mac spit
Here comes tha chill over the fence, fuck this shit!
I grabbed the 'k and kicked in the front door
90 rounds spittin as i catch 2 more
But i don't give a fuck about these
Mark-ass niggas, we'll go out like g's
Come on
Compton in the house, nigga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, geah
Compton in the house, bitch
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
For the 94, geah
My nigga slip in the muthafuckin house
Half ounce in the house
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
And this is going out to all the compton g's, geah
12.Nuthin' But The Gangsta
Intro：mc eiht
Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house
Eiht hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
1／2 oz in the motherfuckin house
My niggaz on the run in the motherfuckin house
Lil hawk and burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
Verse one： mc eiht
It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap,
uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef cuz eiht hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, i've been packin
Fool i slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak fill the fuckin copper
It's do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Chorus：
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x)
Spice 1 come down
Verse two： spice 1
I am a g, yes i'm only a g
Walks like a g, talks like a g
So a to the motherfuckin k
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they
ass
I'ma do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
Dash, the fuck out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
Just a g, comin up out the bay with a ak
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
Disrespect me i'ma bank ya
Cuz i'm nuthin but a motherfuckin east bay gangsta
Chorus：
Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on nigga
Verse three： redman
Check it out
Oh my god! i destroy cities like the blob
Droppin trunks of funk and i blast a punk from here to cape cod
Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original joe pex flex, redman bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey section and i keep it real for ninety-four
and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects i dissects
But i pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines
at
Black, huh!! i snatch the beauty from the beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your
hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus i'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pass the bone so i can
get lifted
And a head can get blown when bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show i'm serious
The gangsta means i'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!
Chorus：
Nuthin but the gangsta (8x)
Verse four： mc eiht
Hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched down from san quentin
Hand me that fresh ass pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But i do it, no hesitation
Fuck it, i'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad fuck about me
Since the age of eight i roamed the halls of lb
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when i could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on fuckin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah
Outro：
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1／2 oz in the motherfuckin house
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah
13.Hard Times
Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
Ain't no love ho, uh
And right about now niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
Lil hawk'n bird in the muthafuckin house
Half ounce in this bitch, you know i'm sayin'？
And this how we gon' do this for all the compton homies
Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
Another o.g. from the compton town
Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
And as you procede to run get that with the tool
It's mc eiht so what's up with that？
Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
Uh, my nigga fuckin' hawk ＆ bird got the mac-10
Eihthype quick to do that ass in
Living in the street where we slang that cavi
Fool if you don't know, it's compton - cali
Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches
Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you bitches
Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops
Car jacking and macking don't stop
Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the tec-9
I'm doin' my dirt cause fool it's hard times, geah
I never leave the pad without the gun
Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run
They put me down on a lick
On some punk fools across town you can get the dick
Slipped up and fucked around, i seen the goods
Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood
I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin west side
Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' g-ride
You're all alone so now it's on
See the barrel of my chrome, take 2 to your dome, uh
You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'
Niggas i'm stompin' so i'll keep dumpin'
Don't try to fuck with the eiht - ball
As i chop chop, timber, i'll watch that ass fall
So is that it？ i don't think you want no more
Nigga new improved like madden 94
Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt
As i flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times
Aw shit, you better run when the night fall
Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call
So bail the fuck on before i start taggin'
Khaki's creased up bitch and i'm saggin'
All the way down the chronic row to the mutherfuckin hub
Pocket full of bud
Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
Back up's brought in by little hawk ＆ bird
Creep in the muthafuckin' home
Put 2 hollow points in your dome then i'm gone
Back out the muthafuckin' win - dow
Leave your crib smellin just like endo
Niggas got guns, niggas got funds
Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah
Bail from the depths of hell, that's compton
If you don't copy we knock out teeth
So bring your mark ass down to the spot
Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah
We in the mutherfuckin house
Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house
Niggas on the run in the mutherfuckin' house
And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga
So stay the fuck down fool, geah
Like i said before, geah
Nigga
14.Compton Bomb
Geah
In the house for the 94 shot
Eihthype in the house, uh
Half ounce in the house
Compton bomb, compton bomb
Geah
West side nigga
You know what's happenin'
Get ready for the funky ass shit
＞from the muthafucka that just don't quit
Guarantee the rag top the trunks on the bitches
Makin' niggas lock up they low-rider switches uh
Step aside as i bail on my ride
Too close on my jock get bucked with the glock
The whole world turns as i bail in the room
Niggas prepare to get slapped with the boom
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Got more sacks than my man richard d
Can't get it nowhere for the west fool
Fuck around with the stress and that ain't cool
You can't handle my shit when it's smokin'
One mo' big ass hittin' and start choking
You can't handle this son so pass it quick
Damn i'm starting to see your mind playing tricks
Geah homie say it's much, too much
Just say you can't touch
The compton bomb
Compton bomb, the compton bomb...
The bomb'ton-ass shit is back on your block
Them niggas my team and we packin' much green
So come with your ten bucks and i'll see you
Cruisin' around the corner got the fuckin' sensimilla
Come and get it from eiht, bam and chill
The niggas with the real deal that kill
Dishin' it out like a muthafuckin' waitress
I come up you stay down and you hate this
Fools come from all around to get their dough
Shit, 5.0 can't stop cause it's legit
Every hood to block to street to park
We be floatin' off the shit that's ？？？？？
And ain't no stopping the float through the compton streets
Where you don't work muthafucka yeah you don't eat
One more come-up i can't stop
Better get down cause they shoots about to pop
Geah i got the 24 hour service
Got the one time's in my city kinda nervous
Geah, i got the money and the power
Makin' a g every hour cause we servin' that...
Compton bomb, the comtpon bomb...
Damn you can't fuck with it
Put it - down
Fuck with the stress you clown
The niggas with the chronic shit is back on the scene
I'm hearin' sayin' e's got the mean joe green
Only the west side fools supplies the bomb
Hitting your ass like a sawed-off pump
Even ？？ dip in they save-in's
They come to get to ？？？？？？ in special occasions
The bust that'll last long not a quicky
You know it's on when the shit looks sticky
So come get the bomb from the eiht, chill and bam
Damn - your shit is sorrier than the rams
Grabs shit gets no clientele
The backward boogie just won't fucking sale
Geah, i got to shoot that off, fall up your block
24-7 i'ma cluck cluck cluck off the...
Compton bomb, the compton bomb
Geah
We got that bomb shit nigga
Yo' i'm sayin'
Half ounce in the muthafuckin' house
Geah
We gots tha bomb, eihthype's the bomb
Bam's the bomb
Chill's the bomb
Slip's the bomb
Ric's the bomb
Lil' hawk ＆ bird
Bird's the bomb
We's got the bomb nigga uh
Comp' got the bomb nigga uh
Yo' momma got the bomb nigga
I said we got the bomb nigga
Yo' momma yo' momma uh
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Yo' mum's the bomb, nigga
Compton bomb geah
In the house for the 94 shot nigga
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house geah
And we outta here
West side bomb fool
15.2 Tha Westside(Endolude)
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