Comptons' Most Wanted

Get ready for the apocolypse.
Because a nigga know he can't stop this.
And fool had to figure, when my tongue is the trigger.
Now a piece in my mouth is releasing buckshots.
No escaping because perpetrators get smoothed popped.
So raise the f**k up cause the Eiht is gonna hit you
with another gangsta lick,
but not a rap about a bitch
or a hoe, or a hoe with no kinda guts.
Who gives a f**k what your saying so get these nuts. Geah.
It's the nigga that you can not bite, no.
Thick like steel, you cant kill the Compton Cyco.
Here to woof a little shit about your punk ass.
Get the cash, make a 100 yard f**king dash.
But I aint through, gonna take your ass up.
St. Ides brew as I wait for you in the cut.
I guess I'm starting to see your tired of me.
It's tough, nigga say Eiht is enough.
Damn, watch the Eiht go very deeply.
I dont think that your f**ked up style could taunt thee.
I'll f**k that ass, take your cash.
And this nigga keeps on sticking till you just can't last.
Geah, I need the money so f**k the dumb shit.
And the hell with being legit, so watch out for the hit.
You can't juice this, it would be useless to try this.
Down your man like a can of St. Ides.
And right then I start to kick.
And better hope the Eiht don't get too sick.
Cause if I cough, I wont stop, I'll keep bussing.
I'll just pause and take a spoon of Robotusin.
And take this shoe in a size ten in a half.
Put it in your ass cause your making me laugh.
Geah, and I deal with bustas like a duster.
Nigga say Eiht is enough-ah.
Mmm, one more for the f**king road.
8 seconds to get out before I explode.
Boom and that spells doom for your crew G.
Niggas can't fade the Eiht and the Mike T.
Bitches can't fade us neither.
Always learn to get burned by a heater.
Mutherf**kers need to come to they senses.
F**k with the Eiht and suffer the concequences.
Saps always do the mutherf**king bragging.
Fools couldn't light my blunt with a dragon.
And to the bitches that got no clout.
Bring a shovel so the Eiht can dig you out.
Geah, I'll put a hurting to you punk suckers.
You can't gank me fool, unh uh f**ker.
Its the nigga from the free wheel prison.
Compton Compton nigga, thats how I'm living.
And if you f**k with that I'll call your bluff.
But don't forget mutherf**ker, Eiht is enough.

Geah, back for the mutherf**king nine deuce.
Putting my foot in your ass just a little bit.
And you know I can't quit, so fade this shit. Fool..

It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes,
and niggas that bang and slang in kilo's.
Where the rule is 'fool we don't play that'
Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat.
4 deep in a car on a mission.
Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'.
Nobody understands the gang mentality.
I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties.
And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness.
Busters know that they can't get with this.
Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop.
Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped.
Gots to make our money on the corner.
Try to sqeeze, nigga please, a straight gonner.
Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife.
Geah, cause its Compton 4 Life.

One more 'Drive-by Miss Daisy',
Its for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy.
Fools can't cope when we belling.
Throw up your hood cause its Compton we yelling.
Still selling that yayo, oh know.
Watch out for the tape thats made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 guage barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga with a problem.
Better yet a trouble shooter cause I'm a shoot the enemy
when I see the white of his eyes.
You'll have a funeral every night cause on of your homies dies.
Geah, It don't mean nothing to us. Ready to buss
A thousand mutherfuckers and we kick up much dust.
Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight.
Geah right, nigga, cause its Compton 4 Life.

Its the city where everybodies in prison.
Niggas keep taking shit, cause aint nobody given.
So another punk fool I must beat.
Learned the tricks of the trade from the street.
Anxious to put the jack down. Ready and willing.
One more Compton driveby killing.
One more nigga that got jacked cause he's a dummy.
One more fool that got smoked for the money.
And we got evil ass bitches, just like witches.
Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches.
Niggas run off at the mouth here goes the nine.
Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime.
Go to jail, hell might as well. Be off with the
head so I bail from the police officer.
Cause if I surrender from the fight.
It won't be no more Compton 4 Life. Geah!

I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence.
I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence.
I got something for your monkey ass. So peep.
Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep.
No more faking and taking my snaps.
Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps.
Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up your shit.
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick.
Mmm. I guess thats what you get when you try to play.
Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say.
Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say?
Punk bitch, I'll mop that ass up anyway.
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave.
Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave.
Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly.
But a dead nigga tell no lies.

(killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2)

Another fool on my shit list.
And now the punk bitch wanna play games.
No competition so I'll mention no fucking names.
Just like a rat, she likes to squeel.
But you squeeled on the E, so whats the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for humour G.
But the shit aint funny, so humour me.
And um, aint no more of your bullshit I'm having.
Geah, Tired of the fucking back stabbing.
Soul in the bozac, as I stack.
To your jaw I start to mack. Like a fool don't clap.
And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit.
Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit.
To save your sorry ass from the mash.
So who really gives a fuck if I tap that but.
So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why.
But a dead nigga tell no lies.

(killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X4)
(Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.)

Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip.
As I pop in another mutherfucking clip.
Geah, one more busta, another mark.
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked the Eiht.
Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang.
Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang.
Talking about you'll shoot the Eiht from the top of the tree.
Nigga please, I might drop you to your fucking knees.
Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape.
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape.
Now you hang your shit up on a shelf.
Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own self.
Quick draw McGraw, on the fucking draw.
As you scheme on my team I take 2 to your jaw.
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why.
Cause a dead nigga tell no lies.

(killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... X2)
(Ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.)

Geah, Eihthype in a mutherfucking effect.
For the nine deuce to get loose.
My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house.
My nigga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house.
My nigga Chill's in the house, Boom Bams in the house.
And we outta here....

(Tony Montana from "Scarface")
So long Mel, have a good trip..
You die motherfucker! You die motherfucker!
.. {*Tony's sister screaming*} ..

(From the movie "Goodfellas")
"For most of the guys, killings got to be accepted..
Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line..
You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules"

(MC Eiht)
Nigga get ready cause you can't hang
with the psycho motherfucker who slangin these gangsta thangs
Lock your doors, run and hide
Can't nothin save you when the W hoo-rides
Peep - I'm puttin suckers to sleep
Ready to make a motherfuckin hit, geah we rollin too deep
You shouldn'tve made that tape, but you pushed me
Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearin pussies
Mmmm... you ready for round one? Here it come fool
I got my dick in my hand, come and get some
Damn, I'm tired of fake motherfuckers gettin pesos
Sorry-ass amigos screamin like bitch hoes
If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancin around
Nothin but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down!
Punk you can't fuck with this
Geah, first step is your Def Wish

.. mmm .. geah ..
.. c'mon y'all ..

I guess it's time to get to the good part
Geah you know it's the part when the Eiht start
with the routine, tt's the same song
Peel another cap - now what's goin on? Geah
Tickety toc you don't stop
Fool, you hear a click I bust your chops
Right, no future, in your frontin
Smoke your ass like a mother-fuckin blunt
Damn I hate ya punk
Cause you'll never equal, this motherfuckin sequel
Tell me can you fade that black
or get slung like a fuckin 50-pack
So it's the second call they're all sorry
Punk motherfuckers that's out like Atari
Geah nigga you can get the fist
One more Def Wish

(From the movie "Goodfellas")
"But sometimes, even the people who DIDN'T get out of line,
they got whacked.. hits just became a hazard for some of the guys..
Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.."

Last verse .. don't curse
Migga fuck that, Mike's got the gat
And i'm ready to bust a head or two or three
Bitch come deal with E - geah
So gang way, as I pump another sucker
and I'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker
I see their pain, fool take two
to the fuckin jaw, geah fuck you
A nigga from the city where shit
just don't motherfuckin quit
And jackin's my specialty G
Quick fast to mack once and take your money, geah
And down for the motherfuckin crew
Just like a bitch I gots to get paid to
I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to
You'll realize it was a nightmare of Def Wish.. II

.. geah .. geah! ..
.. Compton ..

(From the movie "Goodfellas")
"Hits just became a hazard for some of the guys..
Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.."

.. Whattup? ..

(From the movie "Goodfellas")
"Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line..
You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules"

Mmmm, I'm back for the payback, black.
Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack.
Its the mutherfucking Compton psycho.
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo.
You'll play the bitch and I'll play the pimp.
Then I'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast.
Cause to the homies you just don't hit.
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit.
Geah nigga, I just won't quit.
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit.
Try to diss fool and I'll shut you down.
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown.
So now I gots to break my mutherfucking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft.
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2.

Now watch me fuck up your program.
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker.
By the Compton gangsta of rap. Raised in the hood.
Always up to no good.
I need to peel a cap, so I kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun.
You come fake, fuck with Eiht, you gots no clout.
Keep talking shit as I buss your fucking mouth.
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I'm quick to pull the gatt.
Claiming my city, oh what a pity.
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty.
So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll.
Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole.
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you.
Geah, its the duck sick 2.

I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker
On the rap shelf done fucked hisself.
Just squeezed in like a bitch.
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch.
I just can't figure,
How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga.
Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk.
Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk.
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or Eiht'll start fucking.
Your weak old shit that wont last.
You won't hang as I slap your bitch ass.
So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling.
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling.
Geah drop your knees, because we ain't through.
Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2.

We outta here.

Kniggety-Knock, Kniggety Knock, knock, knock,
punk guess who's back, geah its that Compton Nigga.
How'd you figure?
That I'd give your ass the first jump,
Sorry fool, The Eiht dont sleep chump.
Some want me to stop with the violence.
Some say, take a code of silence.
But you'll get the mutherfucking middle finger
Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer.
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black no [huh]
>From the depths of hell as I bell,
Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well
get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt,
then peel your cap back sorry punk.
Back in your shit so here we go.
Mutherfuckers hit the floor.

[Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off]
[Nigga, I'm a trigger happy nigga...]

Shiggety Shits gonna hit the fan Jack.
When I'm blunted off the mutherfuckin chronic sack.
Geah, So hit the floor when I cock the gatt.
Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat.
Bitches scream, niggas yell,
3 days later left is a fucked up smell.
Coming from the Compton psycho.
Can you fuck with me? I dont think so.
I got the mind of a lunitic
and I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick.
And take that shit to the bank.
So on the way the Eiht can gank.
And my style aint friendly often,
Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin.
I dont think you can deal no more.
C-M-W say hit the fucking floor.

Punk ass nigga! Back in your shit for the nine-duece to get loose.
Eihthype in the mutherfucking house...Geah.

I got another gang story to tell.
Peep, about how a black nigga was born in hell.
And right then and there it's no hope
cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
Damn! And when its black on black, that makes it shitty.
Can't survive in the Compton city.
And fool thats bet.
Cause when you grow up in the hood, you gots ta claim a set.
Geah, Its not that you want to but you have to.
Don't be a mark, cause niggas might laugh you
straight off the mutherfuckin block.
Can't deal with bustas so they asses get clocked.
geah, who gives a fuck about another.
Only got love for my fuckin gang brothers.
Geah but I'm young so nobody would wonder
That the hood would take me under.

(scratching: always strapped and eager to peel a cap
The hood done took me under.)

Now I'm a few ages older
got hair on my nuts and I'm a little bit bolder.
And puttin in work, I has to do my fuckin part,
I'm down for the hood and its planted in the heart.
Fool. At school slappin on the girls asses
Fuck the white education so I skip a lot of classes.
Cause ain't no teaching a nigga white reality.
Teach me the mutherfuckin gang mentality.
Pop pop pop, drops the sucker
if he's from another hood I gots ta shoot the mutherfucker.
Geah I'm in it to win it and can't quit.
Fool, and ready die for this shit.
One times can't fade the gang tuff.
Puttin my foot in your ass to make times rough.
I'm the neighbourhood terror but I never wondered
that the hood would take me under.

Chorus:
+(police is hot, so I'm watching my back...)

I guess I'll watch my back cause niggas jivin'
Times heard this brother pulled a 187.
Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime.
So I gotta peel his cap with the nine.
Fool, so if its on then its on, fuck ya G,
because how the odds are looking, its either him or me.
So I loads up the strap and I step
cause my brain cells are dead and all I think is death.
Revenge. That's what its all about.
See the sucker, take the mutherfucker out.
Stare the fool down with the eye contact.
He try to swing so I draw on him with the gatt.
Blast was the sound that one times heard uh
Nigga 25 to live for the murder.
Was it worth it I've always wondered.
Maybe if the hood didn't take me under.

Geah, this going out to all the niggas,
It's going out to my niggas.
Its going out to all the niggas,
My nigga Mike T

I guess I'll start by saying the bitch aint worth a penny
and when it comes to fucking, geah, she fucks plenty
Known around the hood cause she's got much clout
In a circle to the homies like a damn bus route
Geah, in the back seat somebody's finger fucking
Just like a chicken on my dick she's plucking
Oh geah, a chicken head bitch is what you call her
Fucking everybody from clucks to ballers
I know you seen her coming from the 10 dollar motel
2 hours is what you get to make this bitch yell
holler and scream, climb the walls
Open your mouth bitch here comes the balls
And don't fake hoe, because I'm ready to rock ya
Killing that twat off just like my man Shocker
Hoe is hotter than salsa, but leave that
drama nigga you can toss her, cause she's a hoodrat

She's sneakier than a fucking devil
Just like Bushwick said, geah she's on the other level
Some St. Ides brew and the bud you can work this
Turning tricks like a clown in a circus
And don't get sprung, your little dick
24-7 everybody sticks, geah
Thats the way it is, thats how it goes
Sucking up nuts like water from a garden hose
So boys strap the jimme when its hard
cause the juices might be charged
And geah, she got the shit that kills
And you'll be pulling out an electric eel
Fucking everyday, just to get her propers
You might get hooked but she wont stop the
sucking and fucking and geah its just like that
Dirty as hell, damn, another hoodrat

Now the shit done hit the fan because the bitch is plump
And she don't know cause she was fucking like 20 chumps
And thats a damn shame. Dont know his last name
Might come out Freddy Krueger cause they all ran a fucking train
But, fuck no, she's not a tease
Even when she's pregnant the rat likes to skeez
So here's the dick hit it please
Nibble on my stick like cheese
After fucking everyone, look at what the hoe done
got dick whipped and now the bitch is sprung
But a little game and you'll still get the tramp
giving up her county checks and the food stamps
So watch out your shit if you hear the claps
Cause the claps is so horny for the traps
So I guess if that bitch is a hoodrat
she won't get Eiht by his mutherfucking hood cat, geah

Stiggety step right up here goes your pusher
Dressed in black, dealing from bud to crack
But the pusher don't know that I'm trying to scheme
And if he let me get to close I might dope fiend
Making snaps as he serves to the cluck bitches
Rush your spot because I need the mutherfucking riches
He dont know me, but geah I know the fool name
Hooked him up with a hoodrat, y'all know the game
Call me a sneaky little devil
Rush his ass to the spot as I clock him with a shovel
Dont wanna do it but I gots to kick down my kid
And if I aint got what you got, I'm putting in my bid
Jack you, jack your crew in your territory
Crazy mutherfucker but its just another gang story
Make the hit as I creep in the Nova
Mutherfucker, cause I gots to get over

First come, first serve
Peel a nigga's cap if you got the nerve
Geah, you don't work you dont eat is what the (huh?) say
Don't wanna be broke so I work every damn day
Jacking fools, hour after hour
Like my homie Scarface I got the money and the power
Dig in your ass, making that cash faster than a jack
Give it up smooth or to your jaw I start to mack
I needs the mutherfuckin snaps
And since I grew up in a down hood, I gots to peel caps
Call me a dark man, because I'm like a night creeper
Clean up your set as I spray you with the street sweeper
Too much hard times and I'm tired of taking
I needs the mutherfucking green and I aint faking it
You can run but can't hide, because I know ya
And pretty soon, I'm a have to get over

5-0 trying to run a fake jack move
One times too dumb, I play it real smooth
Out the back door a nigga belling
"Freeze", as they cock the gats, is what they yelling
Cant let them catch up because they'll ruin
So I hops the fence in my fucking Patrick Ewing's
Punk Eiht fool, thats a damn dud
Can't get beat down with no damn billy clubs
Shorter than short, gaffle me up
Cause I'm to quick to let a sorry fool step on my dick
Geah. Getting over on niggas real speedy
In the city where everybodies greedy
And now I'm at the end of my rope
Police done caught me with an ass full of dope
No more luck. I guess its true
In the end you get fucked, no more getting over

(straight Jacking) X4
(grab the nine with the hollow point tip) X2
(It goes 1..2..3..)

I'm giving up nuthing.
No maybe on your shit boy, I'm scheming.
I'm solo, numero uno, the Eiht's fiending.
Just to get my hands on your goods.
Give me the slip boy you wish you could.
Geah, you're kinda frightened by the Compton night stalker.
When I got you by the throat you better be a fast talker.
Times running out for your program.
Better hide from the Compton hitman.
What ch'you got in your trunk? Fool unlock it
As I put the pat down on your pockets.
The neighbourhood jacker's on the creep.
I bet your sounds 'll sound good in my jeep.
And tell your freak to get with the program too,
or she becomes black and blue.
No harm done, and I'm out before somebody can be told.
Episode one of the Jack Mode.

(Straight Jacking) Geah
(Straight Jacking) Wut?
(Straight Jacking)
(Straight Jacking)

I'm starving like Marvin and gots to get some mutherfucking Peso's
so I can dig out a few hoes.
And who should I game on?
Another fool that has to get jacked, its the same song.
Crease up the khaki's and shirt, and I'm outta here.
Who the fuck got jacked, I dont really care.
My money is funny and it just don't feel right.
I'm tired of cavi, cause the clucks just won't bite.
And now I'm on a mission to find me a sucker
and when I catch him I hope he aint a brave mutherfucker.
Give up the shit worth value
and keep your cool, fool.
Strapped with the mutherfucking 380,
release the safety, and boy your gonna hate E.
Another dome that must explode.
Episode deuce of the Jack Mode.

(Straight Jacking) geah.
(Straight jacking) unh huh.
(Straight jacking)...(Straight jacking)
(Straight jacking)...(Straight jacking)..(Straight jacking)

Damn I'm broke like a mutherfucker and now I'm at the point of no
return.
One more fool on my list that I must burn.
Spot a girl and she's draped with the jewelry.
This is Compton for life, y'all don't hear me.
Stroll to her car and played like I was wit it.
Half a blunt in my mouth and she asked could she hit it.
Handed her the blunt as I commence to start to lean.
So I could peep out the scene.
Fat links around the neck by the dozen.
She's giggling to much, naw don't tell me that she's buzzing.
The perfect opportunity.
And when she wakes up in the morning she'll be hating E.
Hopped in her car and we was set with a full tank.
And in my mind I'm thinking, 'bitch drive so I can gank'.
Its like that, the last episode has been told.
About a nigga in jack mode.

(Straight Jacking) geah...(Straight Jacking) Oh geah.
(Straight Jacking) Shhhh...(Straight Jacking) Geah, Eihthype.
(Straight Jacking) For the nine-deuce...(Straight Jacking)
(Straight Jacking)

geah...wutup niggas
the compton cyco is back
In your shit for the nine-deuce
And check this out
My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin house
And we bout to drop some gangsta shit

MC Eiht:

I guess its true what they say,
when your too far gone aint no turning back.
And coming from the Compton mack thats a fuckin fact.
Livin in the city where bitches won't
give up the pussy for free so a nigga don't.
So heres my story. Another story about a nigga
who lives his life by the fuckin trigga.
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0.
First I hit the Ides and get pumped up.
Now I'm rollin in the car kinda slumped up.
I pop the glove box, Then I reach the block,
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the glock.
And that's how the shits get done,
I guess I'm a mutherfuckin nigga on the run.
but I wont let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
Cuz, geah, I'm in too deep.

Scarface

In too deep, aint no turnin back.
Cock up your mutherfuckin gauge...

Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce,
Niggas pack a nine, fuck you bitch I pack a nine too.
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts,
You point your shit, I pull my shit, come nigga now lets check nuts.
Born a hustla, raised a hustla, never gonna stop trick.
Buck a hustla, mutherfucker boy, you better die bitch.
Found myself a busta, had the boy front me an Oz.
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key.
Now he's got some niggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back' better call Eiht.
Call my nigga up, Kicked the fundementals.
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental.
Eiht rolled in with the mutherfuckin task force,
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
Niggas don't ever fuck with me cuz I'm a nigga who plays the game for
keeps,
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, cuz I'm in too deep.

MC Eiht

Geeah, the criminals is in the mutherfuckin house..

Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin
Got the glocks all cocked, let the fools keep coming.
Scarface got the mutherfuckin pump under the seat.
So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked. geah.
The mad man with nuthin to lose.
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues.
And um, or get served like a damn clucker,
sucker, or in the end be a short mutherfucker.
Now them one times is all on my back and
heard that Scarface and Eiht peeled the cap and
they wanna gaffle us up. But its a shame.
Can't fade the best from Compton and the mid-west.
So watch your back when the niggas step.
cuz the scene that is left is your whole families death.
And fool don't sleep,
Cuz sorry mutherfucker, we in too deep.

Geah. In your shit for the nine-deuce.
MC Eiht in the mutherfuckin house, and my nigga Scarface and shit.
DJ Slip in mutherfuckin house. And we killin the shit off. Geah.

Geah. Wutup? The Compton phsyco is back
Here goes something for the niggas

Listen up mutherfuckers cause its hard times
MC Eiht comin back with the hard rhymes. Geah
So bring your pen and pad and start learnin
And sit your ass down for the Eiht root sermon
You know the hard life comes livin with livin in the ghetto
Nigga hello, don't be shakey like Jello
And you better know where your from
Or you might catch the blast to your sorry ass. Geah
And the gang bangin done got me in the slum
So I gotta be with it, fuck the dumb
Down for the hood, holdin my own
livin it up cause one day I'll be gone. Geah
Now the shit done hit the fan
14 year old nigga headed for the can
Blame it on the world, because everybodies buggin
Can I get help because a niggas strugglin

17 years old kinda crazy
Heard my little freak is pregnant with a baby
So now I gotta pay, and no time to play
cause the mutherfuckin stork is on his way
Hey, nigga give up your shit
and don't be a hero, cause fool I aint havin it
One more point that got scored
cause lettin you slide I just cant afford. Geah
Just like cats and dogs when it rains
another jacked is the snaps that I gain
So I rush you, quick on the blind side
Better take cover when Eiht starts to hoo-ride
No where to run so you stand and fight
As I macks your ass once good night
A nigga like me 'll keep muggin
Can I get help cause a nigga strugglin

I guess its back to the same old shit
Grab the gat then I make another hit
beggin just aint friendly
can't get a job at motherfuckin Wendy's
Gotta go out and test my skills
A brother gotta kill to bring home the bills
It aint the way I was born, the way I grew up
To gets whats yours and dont even give a fuck
So nigga gimme whats mines and get on
Punk you know the routine its the same ass song
So don't slip fool or get caught
Riggedy-raised in Compton was the way the Eiht was taught
Gettin my propers, beatin the coppers
This brother gotta have the ends I wont stop the
Puttin in mutherfuckin work
I gotta have the ends cause I'm down for the dirt
Cause a niggas strugglin

Geah, thats how it go down, y'knowutumsayin?
Niggas strugglin, cant get none. Cant get over. Damn.

Niggas duck as I make another hit, the psycho just dont quit.
And I'm living in the land of the fucked up shit.
I guess everybody's hungry for the mutherfucking snaps.
That's why my niggas peel caps.
Got you on the damn run like Ron Brown.
And when we start to clown, we shut your whole fucking hood down.
And I see some hesitation.
I shot your homey 3 months ago, so wheres the fucking retatiation.
No, I didn't think so.
Another punk bitch I pimped like a hoe.
Mmm I dont think you sorry clowns wanna see me.
Age 13 living life like a B.G.
Hand me the damn 38 so I can set the score straight
And let the enemy meet his fate.
In it to win it and I don't give a fuck!
Yo listen up.

(This is a gang, and I'm in it.)
(Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rolling 4 deep)
(This is a gang, and I'm in it.)
(You don't like how I'm living well fuck you)

2 years pass in O.B.G.
Spent half of my life in L.P.
Geah, now I'm out and I'm ready to sweat
a sorry fool who aint down with my fucking set.
Nigga, stay clear of the gun blast.
If you thinking about ducking you better duck fast.
Oops, too late you got popped in the process.
Another point for the hood, one laid to rest.
Like a cannibal, I wanna see meat.
Killing punk fools from the wrong side of the street.
Me and the homies rolling 4 deep.
Niggas on the run all strapped with fucking guns.
Ain't no time for you to think about ducking
when we start thinking who we start sticking.
Like I said, I don't give a fuck.
Yo listen up.

(This is a gang, and I'm in it.)
(Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rolling 4 deep)
(This is a gang, and I'm in it.)
(You don't like how I'm living well fuck you)
(This is a gang...Compton's Most Wanted)
(This is a gang...punk rolling 4 deep.)
(This is a gang, and I'm in it.)
(You don't like how I'm living well fuck you)

A tisket, a tasket,
Geah I see another one of your homies in a casket.
And to me thats a fucking shame
cause your R.I.P. 3 and no ones to blame.
Fool, can't deal when we roll on your fucking set.
Call me a threat because you know I aint dont yet.
So I feel I gotta warn ya,
me and my crew kill fucking transformers.
Geah, toe to toe in the middle of the street.
Turn the other cheek as the Eiht commence to beat.
And I really can't stand this.
One more right to your fucking jaw as your ass hit the canvas.
Now my niggas on the run stomp.
As the Compton criminals, we down another punk chump.
Like I said CMW dont give a fuck.
Geah, listen up.

Geah, back for the mutherfucking nine deuce.
MC Eiht, DJ Slip in the mutherfucking house. Geah.

One more man eater
but perpetrate like your sweeter
But I'm hip to the game, I know your nothing but a cheater
Always trying to game on my wallet
Fuck you or love you, how should I call it?
And its true, all you say is do
for you. and If you got a kid I guess I gotta do them too
Wrong, aint no rings on your finger
You've mistaked Eiht as some punk love singer
Saying your down with me, and only me
but I'm hearing your fucking the neighbourhood G. Little Skee
Ain't nuthin popping
No snaps get spent until the panties start dropping
I guess a hoe is a hoe
but for you to gank me? Bitch, Eiht don't think so
Your nothing but a user
raised in the Compton streets girl you's a.....bitch

I met you when I was rolling, you and your home girl strolling
Flagging me down, I guess I'll stop for this sorry clown
Another stupid one, here we go again
Cleared my throat and said "uhmmm wheres your boyfriend?"
She tried to check me and say, "I'm independant"
I said "Girl Eiht aint stupid, somebodies getting in it."
"And if you got a man" I said " he's shorter than a midget.
"So come on this side and rush the 7 digits."
I said "whats the plan?" She said "I don't know call me later"
I said "I'll call you later, you crooked alligator."
Spent all my snaps that night, just to make you holler
I come home with a dollar
So one day I decide to make a surprise creep
You and another nigga hugged up in the middle of the street
Damn...Girl...Shit.. You's a.....Bitch

Now what should I do? Keep my cool, step back and clown?
Or go to jail for like months for beating you down?
But I can't afford that bad rap
cause my rep is too big to be caught up in that crap
You stupid little skeezer
In fact I'll call you a bitch, in other words a dick teaser
And its my style you cramp
You say pay for the play. I'll pay for it with a food stamp, tramp
Geah, and thats a fact
Whatever I'm giving your ass bitch I'm taking it right back
And in this rap I'll kick it
about the girls thats sly, slick, and wicked
So no more getting over
Walk out on your hind legs rover, you lost your clover
I'm (huh?) the nigga uses
You know what I'm talking about girl you's a .....bitch

Geah, coming at you in the nine deuce.
Going out to all the bitches trying to gank, scheme on a nigga's snaps
Whut up?

(Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'):
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(What's up, punk?)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin')
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Got beef? What a pity)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

(Verse 1: MC Eiht )
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture
Hmmm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How I chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick

(Verse 2: Tha Chill )
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and I heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like King Cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
(Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my - duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Yeah - get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Get the duck sick {Word up}
You can get the duck sick

(Verse 3: MC Eiht )
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin'
Sayin E can't hang, you're bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin'
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka
Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yeah, you can get the E's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School 'em

(Verse 4: Tha Chill )
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass (You punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin'
On Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS
Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit
And Tha Chill's on hit, legit
With the E I don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers I'm tamin'
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin'
So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
What you say, E?
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick

You guys are sick

(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness the 8th...)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Okay, i may not be a historical feature
Or better yet meant to as a big public speaker
But when i chill in compton people scream, "there he goes!"
The one who throws, deliver big blows
Here to define my name like an era
My serial number is 8, i bring terror
Concert halls, crowds that are packed
Be sure to bring the tangueray gat
You got the privilege to sit next to me
And then you get jealous, start thinkin you can do me
Believe that, punk fool, you must be basin
I make more sequels than my man jason
And when it's over, you'll be screamin and dreamin
To be down with the winning team, but
Get off the rap tip and sing how you're caught up in a rapture
This is the final chapter

(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hard city)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon) --> king tee

(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness...)
(hit it)

[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
Begin part two, up next comes three
And the fourth verse is final from the eiht mc
No time for slip up, but slip laid the beats, so hit it
And if i need double the funk, unknown'll kick it
You came up short tryin to say you was a scholar
The way you school and clock big dollars
But now you're lookin like you're all dried up
Bailin through life with pennies in a cup
So tell me now, are you ready for the schoolin?
But you got to know, in the nine-o, who's rulin
Me, the king of swing, but not a swinger
Unlike a song but called a rap singer
And when i'm done, you be scared to react
Because your conscience is guilty, and your rap is wack
So get off the rap tip before i have to take a step atcha
This is the final chapter

(how y'all feel out there?) --> run
(hear the drummer get wicked) --> chuck d

(you are about to witness the 8th...)

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Part 3 is here, so let me kick a little more
Lyrics i bust, the eiht'll make another score
His luck is short, because it's 8 to 0
In a story, i'll be the villain, you play the hero
Slipped off fast with a fucked up anger
While my fingers round your neck as i commence to strangle
The hip-hop-matic application to the power
Is how i keep em pumpin hour after hour
The eiht's purpose is to explain the ongoing
Of how i school suckers and keep the rhythm flowing
All my homies be like starin and cheerin
And when i'm done, they be passin e the beer, and
I might be buzzed, but i'm ready to stick
Tryin to say the e's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked
So get off the rap tip with dreams tryin to make it on vinyl
Because this chapter is final

(1-2-3-4
Hit it)

(you are about to witness...)

[ verse 4: mc eiht ]
In effect mode, you took the wrong road, so what's up next?
Clown the silly suckers and they hittin the deck
You're sweatin, you must be hot, so what you got?
No rhymes will come out straight because your brain's in a knot
You must be crazy if you think you can hit me
The odds of you survivin ain't no 50/50
Not no 60/40, or no 70/30
Might be 80 to 20, if your knees get dirty
H-a-r-d is e and tha c
New jack is you ridin the t-i-p
Tryin to be down sayin, "yo, what's up?"
But you're duckin and suckin, just like a suction cup
C.m.w., kingpin, first rate hero
The eiht is the eiht, tha chill's a chill, you a zero
So get off the rap tip and go back to bein a drunk wino
Because the chapter is final

(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon)
(hear the drummer get wicked)

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me
All they gotta do is just give up that pussy
Girls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heat
Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat
I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-ass skee
Next thing that you know is, you give it to me
Girls in Compton say they ain't with it
Save the drag, stupid bitch, in other words, quit it
Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter
Say the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot her
First you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes'
In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'I guess'
??? Compton ain't the Eiht, so what
All I know is that I'm a pussy hound, and you got to give it up

( CHORUS )

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin
Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin
Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart
Cause I give it my heart
Hard to understand why the fools keep trippin
Ladies on my jock, cause they want me to take a dip in
The ocean, geah, I cause commotion
Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
Compton is the city, you want us to description
Eiht and Chill puttin suckers in a painfull position
So back up, slack up, before I just tack up
Any soft new jack, I just rack up
Throwin up the 'W' as I bail
Eiht is down as fuck - no, hard as hell
I give up nothin

( VERSE 2: MC Eiht )
I caught you, give up the confession
Eiht'll put your ass in a state of depression
You're kinda angry cause you're jocked by none
Try to voice your opinion, get smoked by the gun
Conflict you pick, you dick
Your strategy apalls with a subordinate clog
Despite the fact that I'm a criminal
Deliver the wild cause I'm the pinnacle
Just like a hologram to find out that you're hollow
MC Eiht is the leader you follow
Rhymes that flow, I never practice
Pray for help, but you suckers try to whack this
I stake my claim in the lyrics of humanity
Put me on a stand and I'm claimin insanity
The boy brutalize another soft-ass punk
Need to calm my being nervous, so I hit the blunt
I give up nothin

( VERSE 3: MC Eiht )
I gotta get you hot in the last verse
Complication of styles that are bust, it gets worse
Eiht, the rider, the partner, the back-up
Yo Slip, blow the beat, so we can stack-up
Suckers on the tip with a fool attitude
Slow your roll, don't make me get rude
Cause if I get rude, I proceed to start jackin
Never sweatin it, I'm known for packin
I see you're kinda nervous cause I'm representin Compton
What do you want, before I start stompin
Take a sec, so you can witness the sound
Never half-step in my path, because yo, I am down
I'm more than a MC, a assassin
In other words, Eiht is a black Charles Manson
Waxin up suckers with the lyrics of one breath
Kill em off till there's no one left
I give up nothin

(Everything I do gon' be funky)

Yo, Eiht and Chill
It's a rumour going around sayin
Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough
Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started
They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
But anyway, in the meantime
Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
Set the record straight

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
As I commence with the def dope strategy
Of the lyrics I'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
I presume that you fools wanna get some
As the bass starts to boom I begin to get real dumb
Downest is the Eiht from the C-p-t
Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
Stupid little punk, Eiht'll all-out bust
Compton's Most W-a-n-t-e-d
Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
Hah! Eiht is only good for steady dumpin
Geah, Unknown and Slip be like bumpin
High, cause you're so fly - dud
Kick back with the pack, and I get high off the bud'
Cause I'm with that

Yeah, Eiht, that was like funky
I think that'll do the trick
But Chill - you're next up to bat on this
You with it?

[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
Yo, let's go, another star
The p-a-r-t-n-e-r
Of the E, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
And the lyrics Eiht write be like pitchin
Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
Chill, will get ill, so get real
Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
The lyrics that I bust make you brag and boast
How CMW rocks the fresh West Coast
Eiht and Chill, two fresh Afro-Americans
DJ Mike T is down with me ???
3 The Hard Way is the way that it goes
Just another dumb victim with a swoll' up nose
Because I'm with that

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
Modern society, get hip quick
Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick
Suckers like jockin for a large extent
Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent
Eiht, considered to be major and substandtial
Put the damn mic down, boy, you can't handle
The pressure, or the assumption that I am great
Black psychologist known as Eiht
Let me suggest that the black race made up rap
And this black brother's here to clock them snaps
Let me propose that I can be nothing nonetheless
Yes, C.M.W. - funky fresh
My main attempt on this final approach
Is to get you to attend, but you can't, you whimp
My wisdom, as you can tell, speaks for itself
Try to compete, then I destroy your mental health
Cause it's a Compton thang

Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the DJ Unknown
What, Unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
It was a Friday, and Eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so I peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
Aroma smells better than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack of thai, and I'm here for the crib
I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
I hooked her up on my late night hype

Geah
Word
Hey man, I don't know what's up with baby, man
This broad is like real trippin
Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?
Man, I guess, man
Baby thinkin she gon' gank
Ain't no sleepin
Run it down

( VERSE 2: Tha Chill )
I was coolin to let you know Tha Chill cools out
Explanation, Chill'll tell you what it's about
At the pad, on the way to E's to get got
And I'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
10:30 is the time I start bailin
"Chill from C.M.W.", the girlies yellin
Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
Stepped back off the curb, came E around the corner
Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
Swoopin through Compton like Batman and Robin
E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?
(Let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
Skeezin? I play the game like a sport
Yo E, roll out, let me hit the Newport
Boys from Compton (Geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype

Too fresh
Eiht and Chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, I got a 100 to spend
What's up on some Hen?
Yo, man, I'm with that
Let's roll down Compton Boulevard
I know there's stores, they open like, late night
Wanna step?

( VERSE 3: MC Eiht )
2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
4 niggas rollin, I better watch out for the gank
Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
I said, "Look, my name is Eiht, and I'm your local town rapper"
He said ("So what? I'm your local town jacker")
Right then I knew I couldn't reason with the chap
So the thought came (E, peel his cap)
I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
* shots * (Sucker) The punk was sprayed
Checked out myself, everything was cool
Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
And you'll get hip to my late night hype

Damn, suckers on my tip
Man, homeboy just didn't know
So we got to peel
Youknowmsayin, E?
Man, Chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
Homeboy, you know we know what's up
And that's on that
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, let's kick it
I'm with it

( VERSE 4: Tha Chill )
On a night when things was goin kinda slow
Me and E takin to the head a cold 4-0
I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
Right then Eiht passed me the smoke
Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
Suddenly I smelled perfume that was lit
Opened my eyes, and I had to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, E said (Hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, I said, "Shut the trap
You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and I slap"
She said, "No", I said, "Geah, fool, take a hike
I got no time for your late night hype"

Hey man
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had this girl last night over my house trippin
Bangin on my door all night
Moms was goin off
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, I be trippin off these girls I hear
Tryin to say they down with the E, knowmsayin?
But they can like save the drama for they mama
Hey, they keep trippin with me, I'ma have to whip
You know me
Put the whip down on em suckers, huh?

[Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, wanna front; wanna jack

On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
Gossiping about the latest Compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
The Boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
Had a G-ride, so I suggest that we punch it
Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
Hit a corner on the plata. Checked the spot
Seen the P.D. lights. Down the spot was hot
Ed Dog was cuffin'. Threw in the back
Chiste and Lil' Rock jacked for selling that crack
E, man, hit the fence. Yelled out, "See you later!"
Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
Dookie and Boo didn't know what to do
Jumped in the car with D.T, bumpin' CMW
Hit a U around the corner. Did it work? I wonder
C.P.D. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
Didn't want to be like Brother and Fly: locked up
So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup
Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
'Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail
Police swooped. By the time the Boys was near me
Go Go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary
I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
Bam looked bag. They were named. Now his Pony
They peeped out the pager. Said, "How much did it cost?
By the way MC Eiht, where's the dope you toss?"
(Eight): "Me sell dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer
Won't go down like the Compton gang banger."
They ran a warrant check. I must have had good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up

[Chorus x3: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep still boy. No need for static.

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!

[Verse 2:]
Had a show to do on a Thursday night
Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big White
Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good E.T.
Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
Switching to another form about how he get paid
Just then the Boys came behind the truck
Tom looked out and said, "What the fuck?!?!"
A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip
Had to clown his ass once. N' said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!"
Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I.
And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai
Damn! (damn)
Now it's time to get nervous
Starey Clown caught back em
And they was fixing to serve us
Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for names
They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang I claim
The fact that I'm black is the reason you jack me
I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
If I was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
He said, "Shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the County!"
He was already late. The fools had they nerves
To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
Twas showt, shorter that showt. What can I say?
"Keep on talking. Go ahead. Make my day
He started to acting tough n' Chill thought he was bluffin
But in a second or two, the Boys started the cuffin
Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups
No time for explanations. One Time gaffled us up

[Chorus x3: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
For when? For what?
I ain't guilty!

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us

Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?
(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
Turn that shit down, man
Don't you know I'm tryin to get some sleep here?
(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
Huh?
What you say?
I'll go upside your goddamn head, man
If you don't put that goddamn music down, man
(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street
I got to sleep now

(Compton's in the house)
(Yeah)

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
Yeah, killin off suckers, it's me
You're stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC?
I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats that I'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt
Had too much St. Ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC jacks
Boy, I smack and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker MC's in a war-like attack
So Chill (What's up?)
Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck
(Hey yo Eiht) What's up?
(Boy, I think you said enough)
Chill, I ain't said shit until I call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your father
Wanna beg? Sucker, don't bother
Last-place MC's think you can handle this?
(1-2-3) Sock em smooth through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, know what I'm sayin
Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the sprayin

( VERSE 2: Tha Chill )
Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the stage
C.M.W. is like a Hub City army brigade
Give no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because your rhymes are wack
So hit me with your best shot, and boy, you see
How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop punk MC's
But credit's never due to you suckers that be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, I'm just takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, because you got no game
So just let up, I'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, just shut up
Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of business
(That's bet, cause Eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the dogs
So just chill as Tha Chill explains
When it comes to gettin over I know all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too funky

C.M.W. - is that you, man?
(Yeah!)
Keep on playin that shit, man
I like that shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911 call
They ain't comin anyway, this is Compton
Man, that shit was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
Fresh off the streets from the underground
Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down
Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk
To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk
Westside rulin all world cause I dump
And the city that I'm from take no shit from a chump
Niggas don't care if their enemy's beefin
Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin
You entered the criminal zone
If you're just a little punk-ass fool, you should run on home
Try to compare? Get real
I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal
Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
Loced-out muthafuckas make the one time scatter
Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton

(Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'):
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(What's up, punk?)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin')
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)
(Got beef? What a pity)
(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

(Verse 1: MC Eiht )
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture
Hmmm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How I chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick

(Verse 2: Tha Chill )
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and I heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think I tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like King Cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory
So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit
(Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my - duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Yeah - get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Get the duck sick {Word up}
You can get the duck sick

(Verse 3: MC Eiht )
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin'
Sayin E can't hang, you're bullshittin'
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin'
Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin'
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka
Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
Yeah, you can get the E's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School 'em

(Verse 4: Tha Chill )
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass (You punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin'
On Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin')
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS
Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit
Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit
And Tha Chill's on hit, legit
With the E I don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers I'm tamin'
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin'
So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick
What you say, E?
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man Unknown want the duck sick, E
My man DJ Slip want the duck sick
Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick
My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick

You guys are sick

Wake your punk ass up
The MC Eiht's back in the muthaf**king house
Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1
You know what I'm saying, yea

Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984
Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home, it's the same ass story
Mom's treat me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out
And roll wit the pack of wicked muthaf**kas
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga wit no problems at all
F**ked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood

(Chorus)
Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money

I got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes I wonder
But it just seems that the hood could took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting
Community trying to shut me out
But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout
Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthaf**ka
Always strapping, eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take 2 to your jaw
Don't enter my hood homeboy
Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood

Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost
Nuttin but bitches and money

1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm f**king up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was making snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force trying to roll deep
But I'm playing these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother
As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you f**ked up good
Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood

(Chorus)

yea-a-a-a

A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game
But I'm still makin gmy profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So I keep hiding my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase
Now the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sho', yo I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood

where im at if you soft you lost
compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no shit from chump,compton is tha city that im claimin

where im at if you soft you lost
compton is tha city that im claimin city that im from take no shit from
(till fade)

Yo, Eiht and Chill
It's a rumour going around sayin
Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough
Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started
They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
But anyway, in the meantime
Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
Set the record straight

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
As I commence with the def dope strategy
Of the lyrics I'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
I presume that you fools wanna get some
As the bass starts to boom I begin to get real dumb
Downest is the Eiht from the C-p-t
Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
Stupid little punk, Eiht'll all-out bust
Compton's Most W-a-n-t-e-d
Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
Hah! Eiht is only good for steady dumpin
Geah, Unknown and Slip be like bumpin
High, cause you're so fly - dud
Kick back with the pack, and I get high off the bud'
Cause I'm with that

Yeah, Eiht, that was like funky
I think that'll do the trick
But Chill - you're next up to bat on this
You with it?

[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
Yo, let's go, another star
The p-a-r-t-n-e-r
Of the E, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
And the lyrics Eiht write be like pitchin
Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
Chill, will get ill, so get real
Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
The lyrics that I bust make you brag and boast
How CMW rocks the fresh West Coast
Eiht and Chill, two fresh Afro-Americans
DJ Mike T is down with me ???
3 The Hard Way is the way that it goes
Just another dumb victim with a swoll' up nose
Because I'm with that

Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the DJ Unknown
What, Unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...

( VERSE 1: MC Eiht )
It was a Friday, and Eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so I peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down Alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and I started to puff
Aroma smells better than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib?
Got the 20 sack of thai, and I'm here for the crib
I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
I hooked her up on my late night hype

Geah
Word
Hey man, I don't know what's up with baby, man
This broad is like real trippin
Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?
Man, I guess, man
Baby thinkin she gon' gank
Ain't no sleepin
Run it down

( VERSE 2: Tha Chill )
I was coolin to let you know Tha Chill cools out
Explanation, Chill'll tell you what it's about
At the pad, on the way to E's to get got
And I'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
10:30 is the time I start bailin
"Chill from C.M.W.", the girlies yellin
Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
Stepped back off the curb, came E around the corner
Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
Swoopin through Compton like Batman and Robin
E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?
(Let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
Skeezin? I play the game like a sport
Yo E, roll out, let me hit the Newport
Boys from Compton (Geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype

Too fresh
Eiht and Chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, I got a 100 to spend
What's up on some Hen?
Yo, man, I'm with that
Let's roll down Compton Boulevard
I know there's stores, they open like, late night
Wanna step?

( VERSE 3: MC Eiht )
2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
4 niggas rollin, I better watch out for the gank
Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
I said, "Look, my name is Eiht, and I'm your local town rapper"
He said ("So what? I'm your local town jacker")
Right then I knew I couldn't reason with the chap
So the thought came (E, peel his cap)
I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
* shots * (Sucker) The punk was sprayed
Checked out myself, everything was cool
Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
And you'll get hip to my late night hype

Damn, suckers on my tip
Man, homeboy just didn't know
So we got to peel
Youknowmsayin, E?
Man, Chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
Homeboy, you know we know what's up
And that's on that
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, let's kick it
I'm with it

( VERSE 4: Tha Chill )
On a night when things was goin kinda slow
Me and E takin to the head a cold 4-0
I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
Right then Eiht passed me the smoke
Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
Suddenly I smelled perfume that was lit
Opened my eyes, and I had to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, E said (Hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, I said, "Shut the trap
You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and I slap"
She said, "No", I said, "Geah, fool, take a hike
I got no time for your late night hype"

Hey man
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had this girl last night over my house trippin
Bangin on my door all night
Moms was goin off
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, I be trippin off these girls I hear
Tryin to say they down with the E, knowmsayin?
But they can like save the drama for they mama
Hey, they keep trippin with me, I'ma have to whip
You know me
Put the whip down on em suckers, huh?

geah...wutup niggas
the compton cyco is back
In your shit for the nine-deuce
And check this out
My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin house
And we bout to drop some gangsta shit

MC Eiht:

I guess its true what they say,
when your too far gone aint no turning back.
And coming from the Compton mack thats a fuckin fact.
Livin in the city where bitches won't
give up the pussy for free so a nigga don't.
So heres my story. Another story about a nigga
who lives his life by the fuckin trigga.
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0.
First I hit the Ides and get pumped up.
Now I'm rollin in the car kinda slumped up.
I pop the glove box, Then I reach the block,
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the glock.
And that's how the shits get done,
I guess I'm a mutherfuckin nigga on the run.
but I wont let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
Cuz, geah, I'm in too deep.

Scarface

In too deep, aint no turnin back.
Cock up your mutherfuckin gauge...

Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce,
Niggas pack a nine, fuck you bitch I pack a nine too.
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts,
You point your shit, I pull my shit, come nigga now lets check nuts.
Born a hustla, raised a hustla, never gonna stop trick.
Buck a hustla, mutherfucker boy, you better die bitch.
Found myself a busta, had the boy front me an Oz.
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key.
Now he's got some niggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back' better call Eiht.
Call my nigga up, Kicked the fundementals.
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental.
Eiht rolled in with the mutherfuckin task force,
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
Niggas don't ever fuck with me cuz I'm a nigga who plays the game for
keeps,
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, cuz I'm in too deep.

MC Eiht

Geeah, the criminals is in the mutherfuckin house..

Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin
Got the glocks all cocked, let the fools keep coming.
Scarface got the mutherfuckin pump under the seat.
So niggas better duck or your ass is fucked. geah.
The mad man with nuthin to lose.
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues.
And um, or get served like a damn clucker,
sucker, or in the end be a short mutherfucker.
Now them one times is all on my back and
heard that Scarface and Eiht peeled the cap and
they wanna gaffle us up. But its a shame.
Can't fade the best from Compton and the mid-west.
So watch your back when the niggas step.
cuz the scene that is left is your whole families death.
And fool don't sleep,
Cuz sorry mutherfucker, we in too deep.

Geah. In your shit for the nine-deuce.
MC Eiht in the mutherfuckin house, and my nigga Scarface and shit.
DJ Slip in mutherfuckin house. And we killin the shit off. Geah.

[Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, wanna front; wanna jack

On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
Gossiping about the latest Compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
The Boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
Had a G-ride, so I suggest that we punch it
Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
Hit a corner on the plata. Checked the spot
Seen the P.D. lights. Down the spot was hot
Ed Dog was cuffin'. Threw in the back
Chiste and Lil' Rock jacked for selling that crack
E, man, hit the fence. Yelled out, "See you later!"
Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
Dookie and Boo didn't know what to do
Jumped in the car with D.T, bumpin' CMW
Hit a U around the corner. Did it work? I wonder
C.P.D. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
Didn't want to be like Brother and Fly: locked up
So I downed the Bird that was still in my cup
Parked the G-ride, and I started to bail
'Cause my trip was to home, not the County Jail
Police swooped. By the time the Boys was near me
Go Go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary
I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
Bam looked bag. They were named. Now his Pony
They peeped out the pager. Said, "How much did it cost?
By the way MC Eiht, where's the dope you toss?"
(Eight): "Me sell dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer
Won't go down like the Compton gang banger."
They ran a warrant check. I must have had good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up

[Chorus x3: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep still boy. No need for static.

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!

[Verse 2:]
Had a show to do on a Thursday night
Me, Chill, Slip, and Tom rolling in Big White
Loaded as fuck, bumping "The Cactus."
I hope the Stoney Boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the E
Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good E.T.
Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
Switching to another form about how he get paid
Just then the Boys came behind the truck
Tom looked out and said, "What the fuck?!?!"
A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip
Had to clown his ass once. N' said, "This ain't no C.H.I.P.S!"
Homie had a warrant for a D.U.I.
And in my pocket was a fat sack of Chocolate Thai
Damn! (damn)
Now it's time to get nervous
Starey Clown caught back em
And they was fixing to serve us
Dumb Dumb walked up and started asking for names
They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang I claim
The fact that I'm black is the reason you jack me
I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
If I was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
He said, "Shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the County!"
He was already late. The fools had they nerves
To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
Twas showt, shorter that showt. What can I say?
"Keep on talking. Go ahead. Make my day
He started to acting tough n' Chill thought he was bluffin
But in a second or two, the Boys started the cuffin
Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups
No time for explanations. One Time gaffled us up

[Chorus x3: Scratched by DJ Unknown]
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
For when? For what?
I ain't guilty!

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us