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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
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Cmw one time, c'mon Half ounce Millenium money Geah [eiht] Who wanna ride with me and make some money-money? One-times is hot on my trails, ain't shit funny My mind state: we can get the cash Kick in the back door, some punk ass and smash You wit' me? you can have paper to floss You can ride around the town, play the big boss Lil' niggas dying to be on yo' team Everybody looking your way, you got cream No f**king tattle tales, trips to jail Have a all-around trip like back with mail Hell, it feels good still, dips the hood Compton, long beach, watts and inglewood Hoes, holler back if you like the mack Of the west walkin' nigga who ready for contact You slide with yo' homie if you love the town Ruffnecks and fly girls keep holding it down Geah Chorus.. All around the hood we go [boom bam] You wanna take a trip? then come visit california And roll with me through the hood on daytonas I take you to my kick-it spots Where all the homies got they glock cocked ready to pop That's how we do it over here, what's happ'nin? We drink beers, smoke guns and play mackin' Well, it's the same old bullshit in every ghetto But niggas in my hood don't listen to heavy metal Just that real deal hard knock life shit Only smoke the greenery, never that white shit Who said my nigga binky mack ain't got tracks? (who? ) Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps? (who? ) Me and eiht 'bout to show you fools where is at Talkin smack to your bitches behind our backs But life goes on in the neighborhood It's all bad, ain't a damn thang all good Chorus... [eiht] Lifestyles of a ghetto star in a ghetto car Ghetto nigga for life, always up to par Meet me at the spot if y'all smokin' Party at the hood house, no jockin' Same shit, different day, one lesson Hoes'll set your ass up, so packs the smith & wesson Same story on my block, what about yours? Girls get down like they live, sometimes the blood pours Geah Chorus... Once again I said it before Half ounce Millenium money Geah |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
In the muthafuckin' house (geah) For the paper Mr tony back in the house regulate y'know i'm sayin' Half ounce hoodlums in the house Geah Deadly decisions is what i'm bringin' Be's the problem solver when my revolver starts singin' A thin line between life and death you're stuck When my mind turns corrupt so i'm mentally fucked I be bringin' the pain like meth Inject the meth in your vain you're seeing thangs insane Hollow points start to spit Regulate your block no bullshit Bust a u-turn the tyres burn rubber g Retaliation of the robberies after me No aftermath Instead the bloodbath keep steerin' the b.g.'s on the west path Chest blast Buckshots touch yo' whole side N 2 deep no sleep when we ride claim that west gang Always the side of ridahs Gang of arms out the windows is if we responds Homicides: points chalked up for the victory Y'all know it's compton 4 life, ain't no killin' me Chorus: (x2) For years we've been accustomed to serves the fiends On the streets keeps the works stuffed away in jeans Bitches and niggas do damnest things Buck buck for the paper by any meanz... I needs cheese no bullshit you better know it If it's a contest to be the greediest i'ma show it It's all for the scrilla Divine, cristal, no wine, top biller Seven digits is the destiny Don't let the feds, the clock-heads get the best of me You know who got it, heavyweight No sacks premium shit Bitches beg mr. tony: you just don't quit! Cash flows to make fat flips since '86 Where the cash connects western union through mix Hoes got the pick up straight |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
(Intro) Geah Check it out C'mon, c'mon, hey C'mon, uh I said c'mon, hey (Half Ounce in the house) We're smooth on the West Side (Check it out) Nigga hoes back in the house (Check it out) (Verse 1) Who's got paper? But I shoot boxes Plenty of cash to straight floss from the gate You ain't seem grabs this green Plenty of cream kingpins unsolved the scheme I got my eyes on you Geah, you want to ??? down from here to shoot Got a crew But you stand out Miss thing wish I have X-rated vision to peep the G-strings You know what I mean Keeps the shit real live Benz 'round town in a 3-25 Cheques in your coat and float to the arena ??? taps me on the shoulder, Tony have you seen her? Let my Gators through the snappin' Crystal sippin', drops along, geah baby what's happenin? Hear me, see me I could, uh, be your geenie, any wish comes true Be my boo (Chorus) Anything you want, anything you need Anything you want, anything you need Mr. Tony will deliver til your ??? Diamonds to chronic bud, oh yes indeed Anything you want, anything you need Anything you want, anything you need We's be's the pimps (Verse 2) Independently hustlin' while you work in your stuff Keep your condo pay so you work at MC Gruff 9 TO 5 paper chasing, geah, I can dig it With your 15 hundred dollar brims and your fixed up ??? No trips to the clinic But it straight trips to the club With your head hooked up, short skirts straight throwin' up love Mr Tony know the game ain't playin' nice and soft G's around ya in a circle talkin' about take that shit off Damn n |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
(Intro)
Geah Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real Compton City G's on this one My nigga [??] in the house We gon set it off like this (Verse 1) y'all niggas want to toss on me Throw sum Get ready for the hot one here it come y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw Nigga just too vicious land of the lost Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her My Nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!' I let loose shells fly like the [?spruise-goose?] Push weight protects mine, much juice I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang! [??] cops more white and hit claims I serves everything from white to mary jane I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic (Chorus) I represent the hoodrats and the B.G's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic (Verse 2) You need to get at me, I'm the G Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi Search a ki' cross the street and smash out The '63 bounce back to the same route You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells Late night horror shows in jail cells Represent where you from no one to tell Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps Enemies tryin to cross the front line Get capped nuthin but escape, uh Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat' The underground hero guess y'all is back My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic (Chorus) (Verse 3) I make it difficult for a nigga to find me Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G's behind me You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho' Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor Any nigga want to bring it-bring I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing Quick to hit out like [name] the street king Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping Eazy don't come to [??] pound West to the chest Is the best get-coast On the contrary I shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down your whole block froze down Infiltrators end up-no sound You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic (Chorus) (Outro) Geah Eihtype in the house c'mon Geah Hoo-Bang in the house c'mon y'all know how the fuck we do it y'all know how the fuck we're livin Real Compton G's I said them real Compton G's My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat y'all know how the fuck we do this Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga Compton till we rest You know we're the best The WEST (westside) YES! WESTSIDE! Geah |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Can I get mine? Can I get your money? Cause ain't a damn thing funny Niggas you know the deal Needs nuthin' but cash Serves the late night fiends to collects my green Peeps the dramatics Still no time for static Paper to all my crew You know how we do Controls the work force Y'all know what I'm speakin' Broke niggas I gets my clown on, ho's I gets my pound on Silk shirts to leather kicks with flicks in Paris Smoke bud in every state, no cases filed for rape Can't escapes that It's the life of the rhymer, fool Me please, I insist to make G's Chills at the top dollar spots with bitches So they can get a glance at the Eihthype riches Bitches they wanna follow and peeps my route But soon catch a hollow and be assed out Ain't no competition Wishing on a star Won't get your ass to very far Dumps out the car, gives a fuck who you are Picks up the stank ho's that chill at the bar Chorus... Come on, uh Half Ounce one time Represent, geah Soul Assassins two time Represent, geah You know how we do, you know how we do Who lounges the best with bitches by the pool Shooting pool, laid back, we too cool Muggs with all the China white, still heavy weighting For the cops to instigate fools player hating Two bitches on my arm But I ain't greedy As I gives to the needy, picks up real speedy You know who moves the crowd like a hot A.K. Money spends, bitches throw ass my way Gives me lots of pesos for the 'migos Pump it hottie, Eihthype rocks the party Who gets away to pay the D.A. So I can float around to make my pay Pay bac |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 eve |
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from Snoop Dogg - Vato & Candy [single] (2006)
[Intro: features sample of an ice cream truck]
You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [E-40] Uh! (the candy man!) E-40! Uh! (캔디맨!) E-40! [Snoop Dogg] Sticky icky! Snoop Dogg! 끈적끈적하게! Snoop Dogg! DPG, MC Eiht, Goldie Loc [E-40] E-40! Yeah... [Snoop Dogg] Talk to 'em nephew (the candy man!) 얘기해봐 조카야 (캔디맨!) Come on.. 이리 와.. [E-40] Narcotics is the death merchant. shipping and handling yola I supply 마약중독자는 죽음의 상인, 마리화나를 수입하고 처분하지 Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) 일어나서 눈꼽을 뗄 시간 (뗄 시간!) What y'all tryna buy pimpin y'know it's kinda dry! 다 뭘 사려고 하는거야, 넌 좀 재미가 없는데! Yeah, I only gotta couple of pies left that'll last me through the year 그래, 내겐 올 한 해를 버틸만큼의 파이가 약간 있어 Yola, (ewwww!) ice cream caaandy! (What it do?) 마리화나 (ewwww!) 아이스크림 캔디! (뭘 하는건데?) Man that shit be comin in haaandy! 이봐, 이거 되게 간편하다고! (Ewwww!) It's real walkie talkie (What else?) (Ewwww!) 워키토키랑 같아 (그리고?) I got that from the DB's, my cousin.. work dirty! 내 사촌 DB's에게서 얻었지.. 지저분한 일을 하는 녀석! If you want 'em I got 'em, you hoping to cop it, you better be about yo' grit! (grit!) 원한다면 내게 있어, 넌 얻길 바라지, 그렇다면 강하게 밀어붙여봐 (붙여봐!) Devour any cowards, sours slippery at the lip (lip!) 겁쟁이들은 삼켜, 시큼한 액이 입술에 흘러내려 (내려!) Beast up, suck up to none, don't be no sucker (sucker!) 짐승의 등장, 다 빨아먹지, 바보처럼 굴지마 (굴지마!) Be a block monster, be a reputable motherfucker (motherfucker!) 거리의 괴물이 돼, 논란거리가 될만한 개자식이 돼 (개자식이 돼!) (Ewwww!) Real mash with my Spanish (Spanish!) (Ewwww!) 내 스페인어랑 붙어봐 (붙어봐!) If ain't about no gouda, potna you can vanish 만약 돈이 없으면, 파트너 이만 사라져줘 (Ewwww!) Don't get put up in yo' place (Ewwww!) 니 영역에서 쓰러지지 말고 Give me 40 feet and an ounce of space 1.2m만 떨어져있어줘, 1온스의 공간을 줘 [Chorus] You want 'em? I got 'em.. drippin like water {*8X*} 원해? 다 내게 있어.. 물처럼 흘러내리지 [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Sticky icky icky! Ahh, ahh! 끈적끈적하지! 아, 아! You know I got that candy.. yeah! 내겐 캔디가 있지.. yeah! Boss Dogg, Snoopy D O dub Trip.. check game 자.. 들어봐 [Snoop Dogg] Now-A-Later's, gum drops, jelly beans Now-A-Later's, 껌, 젤리콩 Lollipops and triple beams 막대사탕과 마약 저울 Blue carpet, yeah that's the treatment 파란 카펫, 그래 이 정도면 적당해 Candy so sweet, got everybody eatin it 달콤한 캔디, 모두다 먹고 있지 Bigg Snoop Dogg, I'm the star of this Bigg Snoop Dogg, 이곳의 스타이지 So gone on and get yourself a bar of this 그러니 어서 내 랩 한 마디를 들어봐 No change man.. gimme the bucks 변한 건 없어.. 돈을 내놔 The kinda candy I sell they call it deez nutz 내가 파는 캔디를 그들은 Deez Nutz라 부르지 (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) I'm almond with the caramel insides (DEEZ NUTZ!!!) 나는 속에 카라멜이 들어간 아몬드 You were playin front end with the french fries 넌 프렌치 프라이를 가지고 앞에서 알짱거렸지 How it feel man? What it look like? 어떤 기분이야? 어떻게 생겼어? I'm in your neighborhood, pullin on some Bud Light 난 니 동네에 와서 Bud Light를 마시고 있어 Sweet and sticky, take it out the wrapper 달콤하고 끈적거리지, 포장지를 벗겨 Now put it in your mouth 이제 니 입 속에 넣어봐 To the beat of the drum, it'll be fun 드럼 비트에 맞춰서, 재밌을거야 and I bet you can't just eat one (Candy!) 하나만 먹고 관둘 수도 없을걸 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Oh... candy! You want it, we got it, we got it! 오... 캔디! 원하잖아, 우리에게 있어, 우리에게! Heh heh.. yeah! MC Eiht... Goldie Loc War Zone.. who got that candy? War Zone.. 누구에게 캔디가 있나? Come on... 이리 와... [MC Eiht] I'm in the hood with the six-trey candy paint 난 캔디색 차를 타고 동네를 돌아다녀 Lil' somethin to chunk, make the hoes all faint 특별한 매력, 여자들은 기절하지 If you know when to beep, jump my baby rate 호출할 시간대를 알고 있다면, 내게 연락해(?) When I grip round her butt, I hold her steady 그녀의 엉덩이를 잡고, 가만히 있지 Yeah.. she my one and only 그래.. 그녀는 나의 유일한 사랑 Quick to keep back haters who don't know me 나를 모르는 안티들은 뒤로 물러서 I... feel... good about candy (Candy!) 난... 캔디가... 아주 좋아 (캔디!) My gangstas understand me 갱스터 친구들도 이해하지 [Goldie Loc] Shake it baby, don't break it baby, now can you make it clap? (clap!) 흔들어 베이비, 부러뜨리지 말고, 큰 소리가 나게 해볼래? (clap!) Tryna fit this work in your gap (gap!) 니 틈새로 들어갈 기술을 발휘해 (발휘해!) Drop it like it water pagoda, get my hustle on 마치 물처럼 흔들어봐, 난 접근할게 I get it from you then I step on you to bubble on 네 모든 것을 가져가고 자극시켜 It's gettin sweeter than a sugar cane 지팡이 캔디보다도 달콤해지지 Here come that sugar daddy, black, rollin on gold thangs 여기 달콤한 남자가 간다, 금을 걸치고서 다가가 Fo'shigiddy, he turned it into somethin, boy 확실하게, 그는 뭔가 특별한 걸 만들었지 'Cause I can't leave this filthy game without my Almond Joy (Candy!) 나도 내 Almond Joy 없이 이 더러운 게임을 떠날 수 없어 (캔디!) [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Ooohhhwwweee! Heh heh heh, yeah! It's so tasty! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! 정말 맛있지! Aiyyo Daz! Kurupt! DPG! I know y'all got that candy man! DPG! 너네들에게도 캔디가 있지! Gimme some of that candy man 캔디를 약간만 떼줘 Talk to me one time! For real, for real... 한 번 내게 얘기를 걸어봐! 정말로, 정말로... [Daz Dillinger] 'It's like candy, candy!' Get it how you want it '마치 캔디 같아, 같아!' 원하는 대로 가져봐 Whip it, twist it, pop your whip up on the corner 휘두르고, 꼬고, 네 차를 구석에서 몰고 나와 While I, taadow, check out this bizarre 그동안 난, taadow(?), 이 이상한 장면을 봐 The D-A-T the N-I double G, the D-A-Z D-A-T the N-I G 두 개, the D-A-Z Again it's up in the wind, feel the breeze for shit 다시 한 번 바람에 맞서네, 산들바람을 느껴 God damn! You already know who I am 젠장! 내가 누군지 넌 벌써 알잖아 Chrome on chrome, blue on blue, frost colors switches 크롬 대 크롬, 파랑 대 파랑, 보석 장식의 스위치 Hit the gas, hit the brake, y'all really burn rubber? 엑셀을 밟아, 브레이크를 밟아, 타이어는 태워봤나? Dip, drop, drop, dip *움직이는 걸 표현한 거에요. 어떻게 표현해야할지 난감하군요-_- Stop, dip, ghost ride the whip! 멈춰, dip, 유령처럼 차를 몰고 달려! [Kurupt] Yeah, nigga.. shot caller 그래, 친구.. 총격전을 일으켜 It's America's number one baller 미국의 제일 가는 갱스터 Man I don't give a fuck.. like, 'Fuck it' 난 아무 것도 신경쓰지 않아.. '좇까' High riders.. slide in the bucket 레벨 높은 녀석.. 이 안으로 들어와 Little momma all up on a nigga like a coat 마치 코트처럼 남자를 감싸는 아가씨 I got the perfect thang that'll coat her throat (Candy!) 나도 그녀의 목을 감쌀 좋은 물건을 가지고 있지 (캔디!) [Chorus w/ two extra lines] [Snoop Dogg over Chorus] Candy! So tasty.. candy, candy! 캔디! 아주 맛있지.. 캔디, 캔디! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah nigga, we got that candy man 그래! 하하! 그래 임마, 우리에게 캔디가 있어 We don't sell it at the liquor store either man 그냥 술집에서만 파는 게 아냐 We sell it everywhere we go 가는 곳마다 팔아제껴 Holla, holla! (Candy!) 안녕, 안녕! (캔디!) Three thousand motherfuckin pieces, you understand me? 3000 조각으로, 알겠어? I wish a motherfucker would come in this motherfucker 그 개자식이 이 노랠 들었으면 좋겠군 If I see Suge right now, I'd tell him, 'Hey, how you doin Suge?' 만약 지금 Suge를 본다면, 말해주겠지, '이봐 요즘 어떻게 지내 Suge?' {*laughing*} I didn't even know you were standing there nigga 거기 니가 서있었는지 몰랐어 My bad! 미안! |
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from Snoop Dogg - Tha Blue Carpet Treatment (2006)
You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (uh, the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (e-fo’ty) You want em’ I got em’ (sticky-icky) Drippin like water (Snoop Dogg) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (DPG) … You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ (E-FO’TY) Drippin like water’ You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (Talk to em nephew) (the candy man caaan) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) [E-40] Narcoticvizzmender meth Merchant Shipping and Handling your life supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye Whatcha yall trying buy pimpin you know its kinda dry here I only got a couple of pies left to last me through the year Ooo Ice Cream Caandy, Man that shit be coming in haaandy. It’s real walky talky, I got that from the db’s my cousin, Work Dirty if you want it I got it we offer to Cop or be up out your grip devour any Coward sour slippery at the lip Beast up, suck up to none, no be no sucka Be a block monster be irreparable mother fuckaa (mother fuckaa) Real Manish with my Spanish. If it aint bout no cuta partner you can vanish Don’t get put up in your place Give me 40 free, then a Ounce a Spaceee(CANDY) (ounce a spaace) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (Sticky-icky-ickyyyy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (you know I got that candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (yeah) You Want em’ I got em’ (boss dogg) Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (snoopy d o dubb) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (trip) You Want em’ I got em’ (check, gang-gang..gang) Drippin like water’(CANDY) Now or laters, gum drops, jelly beans Lollypops and triple beams Bluecarpet yeah that’s the treatment Candy so sweet got everybody eating it [Snoop Dogg] Big snoop Dogg.. Im the star of this.. So gone and get your self a bar of this No change mane.. Gimmie the bucks The kinda candy I sell, they call it Deeez nuts (deez nuts) Im on it wit the carmel insides You up here, front end, wit the French fries How it feel man? What it look like? Im in your neighborhood pulling on some bud light Sweet.. n’Sticky Take it out the wrapper.. Now put it in your mouf To the beat of the drum it’ll be fun and I bet you cant just eat one (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (you want it? we got it) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (MC Eight) Drippin like water (Goldie Loc) You Want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water’ (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (warzone) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (who got that candy?) Drippin like water (CANDY) [MC Eight] Im in the hood with the 6-trae Candy Paint Lil’ something some to choke make the hoes all faint and you know when there beef, jump my baby brake when my grip round the butt I hold her state JYeaaah….She my one and only Quick to kick back haters who don’t know me I.. feel.. Good.. About (CANDY).. my gangsters understand me [Goldie Loc] Shake baby don’t break it baby now can you make it clap clap? trying to fit this work in your gap gap.. Drop it like water I gotta get my hustle on I get it from ya then I step on it to bubble on.. (bubble on) It’s getting sweeter than a sugar cane.. Here come that sugadaddy Lack rollin on gold fangs Fo’shiggity we turn it into something boy cause I cant leave this filthy gang without my almond joy(CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (ooooooo-weeeeee) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (yeah) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (hey yo Daz..) You want em’ I got em’ (Corrupt..) Drippin like water (CANDY) (DPG..) You want em’ I got em’ (I know yall got.. Drippin like water ..that candy man) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water(CANDY) (gimmie some of that candy mane) You want em’ I got em’ (talk to me one time) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (for real) Drippin like water(CANDY) [Daz Dillinger] It’s like Candaaayy.. (candaay) Get How ya want it, Whip it, Twist it, POP You whip up on a corner Wah-lah, Tah Dah, Check out this bizarre The D-A-T-N-I double G The D-A-Z Again is up in the wind, feel the breeze FA SHEEZ God damn, you already know who I am Chrome on Chrome, Blue on Blue Floss color switches, hit the gas hit the break yall really burn rubber Dip.. Drop.. Drop.. Dip.. Stop.. Dip.. Ghost ride the whiiiiip [Corrupt] Yeah.. _______Shot caller It’s America’s #1 baller Man I don’t give a fuck, Like fuck it. High, Bye, Slide in the bucket little mama all up on a nigga like a coat I got the perfect thang, to coat her throat (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (so tastyy) Drippin like water (candy-candy) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (haha, yeah nigga) Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ (we got that candy mane) Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ (we don’t sell it at the liquor store neither) Drippin like water (we sell it everywhere we go) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water (CANDY) You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water You want em’ I got em’ Drippin like water .. (like water…) …. (CANDY) |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
Gyeah
Gyeah We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods These real cpt g's please show no love Compton Compton In this bitch Somebody told me Mc eiht is back with that thug shit Compton Check it out [ verse 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy Pops in the clip and slips the automatic Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted When the shells slide they panic Nigga straight static Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy I rolls through goes through such and such The angel of death meets you time to touch Mind of a lunatic quick to handle Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ verse 2 ] Easy as it comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama Common sense you make your ass hit the fence Run fast or catch the consequence My straight aim I got it with confidence The sticky situation I make it intense The instigator the muthafuckin regulator The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator The violator the muthafucka with heat Let me see if you can beat it from across the street I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep I'ma show you the way let these real g's play Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray [ verse 3 ] Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up Y'all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes up Close up shop nigga the hood's in town Hand over the money and don't make a sound Doomsday no parlay no politickin We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin Niggas in black coats with black nines Dig into your body and catch the flatline Your mama cry over your body at funeral time Gang related one-time reported the usual signs Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow The big payback have a nigga lay down Anyway you bring it I want it Gun-totin killin muthafucka from compton's most wanted Lifestyles of the ghetto foul Music to driveby in my dash when I style 100% gangsta steady servin Me and my homie dub-c curb servin Gyeah |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
[EIHT]
(don't fuck around...) Geah In the mutherfuckin house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in this bitch, uh And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy This goin' out to all the Hub city players baby Check it out Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer A nigga that kill, that's real Eiht gon' steal to your Mutherfuckin jaw Fuck the southpaw We go knuckle to knuckle, I'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) It seems that you talk much trash but I'ma be like Rockets Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time With the notorious 1-59 You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you Your ride full of holes when we blast you Got no muthafuckin stripes at all Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall sucker Better duck ah, I'ma buck ya Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights Niggas On The Run, Lil Hawk |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Geah One two, one two, uh (compton 4 death...) And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one Y'all don't hear me up in here Geah Half ounce one time, stick'em Represent Eight years ago a friend of mine Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes So i said this rhyme i'm about to say I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground And everybody heard about the compton sound Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes To the baby kids making the hood grow Can you feel me? gotta make my pay! To the niggas that wanna kill me: i don't play! Walk this way, no foul play i'm n 2 deep One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps Sometimes makes me wanna holler How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar? Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me Compton 4 death... Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this Representin' eazy e's compton city g's My buckshots put holes in your truck windows Another casket closed as the church choir blows Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap Gotta get your - mean green to spend Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend To the westside connect with these gangsta threats Commence to represent them compton streets My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom) The murder i wrote with intent to die To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin' Straight to hell and back, big black mack I'm strapped On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep Compton 4 death Compton 4 d |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Oh nigga guess what! Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! I know where they be kickin it at Down with a 187?" [EIHT] Eeerrr... Geah Geah In the muthafuckin house, fool For the 9 to the fizive-O The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house Geah And like my nigga E-40 say: We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here Tha Eihthype thugs C.M.W. N.O.T.R. Lil Hawk & Bird Da Foe I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin When the 9 mill starts unloadin You better be watchin what you sayin Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier Don't wanna catch the slug But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this Report your homies for domestic violence For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass [O Dawg from Menace II Society] "Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em Shit it ain't that hard" [EIHT] I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met The story that you told was some fake bullshit It was me and Chill my pal The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral It was you and then about five of y'all hangin Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin (Ain't nuthin but marks) Approached me with your "P" hat But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin David Blake: you fake as fuck! I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini Oh geah, just like I said before Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick Little trick named Quik Geah, quick to get fucked one time You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine And nigga, checks this Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park (You know where we from) Can't fade it, better fear it Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fuckin lyrics Playin around with the hood you get got Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap No muthafuckin truce Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce Don't make me have to act up Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape Original Compton representin to the T Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's Go run right through you And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you Slick talkin, fast walkin Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver? You ain't worth a penny Never had a damn eye, dotted so many Times, two times, three times You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo' And if you wanna get with this you best to dash Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass West Side Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas Uh Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know? I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass 9 to the fizive-0, fool You can't fuck with these killas So stay the fuck back And rounds up your little homies and shit Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga True Blue from the streets Wessyyyde |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Geah, uh
In the muthafuckin' house Back for the 9 to the 6, geah, uh Ain't nuthin' but the Eihthype thugs nigga Geah (stick 'em) Compton in this bitch Check it out, geah I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit That you gots to fuck with, uh So stand back cause I don't want my funk to rub off On your silly billy ass, yeah you too soft, uh I'm giving that brain a little tickle You better than a bitch licking on your pop sicle Uh fool, you know I'm too cold I'll leave that ass hanging Dangling like a bitch on hold (stick 'em) Gets off my thing You cling like static I spits like a fucking automatic (brrr) Classy bitches, I'm in 'em, uh I'm deadly like poison, fucking snakes venom Your parents say don't do me (uh uh) But I'm the bomb so they run right to me (run run run) As you inhale everything seems right Ready to take you on that late night hype (get em) The endoness Westside Geah, c'mon uh The endoness, uh (stick em) Damn, must be the shit Hitting at last as you burn them finger tips (damn) Must be the chronic Invincible like Steve Austin... ddddddddddd... bionic I touch the brains of many The more you want the more you get (geah), no shit You'll find all kinds but none like this You need this The shit - that seedless A brand new trip Exciting as your cells do back flips (c'mon uh) I might just fuck up your sinus And put that ass to sleep like Linus So hit me, hit me again, hit me three times That ass is mine, geah I'ma take you through Virtue - reality, it won't hurt you The endoness Aaah, come on, uh geah Eihthype in the house, nigga Eihth |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
Geah
Thug shit, check this out Compton, geah I don't think they heard me on this one I said: compton, nigga! That's how we doin it Regulating for all the gangstas West side, nigga, hoo-bangin' gangstas, you know I'm sayin' Check this out I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline Comtpon, where we from, nigga? Compton, all day, nigga We gon' start it like this Check this out Way back 4-4's seven years in the pen .38 with wooden handles and a fifth with gin Let me begin, before the days of committin sins I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me Kill a nigga for the neighborhood, can't judge me I'm lettin' the fire spit, y'all fools catchin' some slugs I regulate, servin' you way that straight thug You know if you're slippin' you get laid up in the mud Take over your spot, pushin' china white and bud The devious, the mind blowin', the over-throwin Christmas everyday in the hood, I keep it snowin It's hot like that where I'm from You bitches tryin to test, you meet the m-1 From sun up, nigga, to sun down I pull out, your gat go down Bitches, I run town, what up? Geah I said I dig into yo' body, you catch the flatline... Y'all start runnin' and screamin' and pushin' And yellin' and slippin' and duckin' When you see the tec-9 buckin' Stagger them motherfuckers, make em wish they hid Spittin, call me the ghetto fuckin' billy the kid You be layin on your back tryin' to catch yo' breath Life starts to flash, now you're nearing death What's left, bitch? you see the glock starts tickin' Die, as I blast one more you stop kickin' Flee the scene to my next to akin Call back to the house, so they fly in ends Just made a real close trip to the pen And in another town I start the same trend I sets up shot 'cause your ass is done Hoo-bang all day, my uzi weighs a ton Ain't no fun if you don't want none Ricochet off your shoulder blade, nigga, you're numb C'mon, geah Chorus... My mind got me caught in a twist, I can't cope I reminisce on the days in the hood slangin' dope Certain territories yo' ass couldn't float And if you caught slippin', then fool, that's all she wrote I like the life while dippin' blocks with heats I'm ready in a second to stop yo' heartbeat Fuckin' around in the hood, smokin' with hoes Violators hit the blocks, we hittin' the floors Y'all ain't caught us slippin', only wasted your ammo We dips back through, dumps with the 4-4 Hollows come out the dark chamber Express my anger, never run from danger Servin mo' yayo, dash from the ranger Die by the hand of the unknown stranger My position is stick, situation is thick I ride with real muthafuckas and hit licks The compton lunatic, way too sick Conflict you pick, hear the 9 click, c'mon Chorus... Geah Comtpon gangsters all day Hoo-bangin' affiliates You catch the flatline |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Geah
Your lesson for y'all out there All the thug niggas on the block regulatin' This goes out for y'all (west side) Gangstas will rule the world in the y2k Check it out Can y'all see where I'm comin from Hoods and blocks and g's with glocks Young thug niggas with rocks Everyday and night cause ain't - nuthin' changed Destiny is meant for niggas to hoo-bang Lord have mercy - to the ones that's gone Cause only you upstairs know was wrong Night time hits, here comes the fire flies One more block to catch the drive-by Code of the streets you pack heat and skeet Any f**kin' hoodrat bitch you can meet Poor muthaf**kas still wating - on the county Young black niggas dodgin' the county mountie Who got the fat stacks, the pack stacks Slugs to your back if my clientele you jack Knick knack - patty wack, packs straps Patty-wack your own homie trying to cheat on craps From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names I gotta flick from a homie doing ten in the pen Gotta a little bigger since my lil' nigga went in Lotta tales 'bout fools gettin' em up and shanked Whose mouth tight shut? whose shit that stink? Gotta lil' message - 'bout the bitch you f**ked A nigga cross town got the hoodrat stuck Me and loc jacked that nigga last week fo' ends I shoot a lil' paper till you up in the pen Fools still riding - got the spot on lock We gon' chill right here till you back on the block Nigga still bailin round here khakis and stars High as f**k as we throw the hood out the car We miss the days when you used to get drunk at night Never bailed on a homie when it's time to fight One times jacked us the last night, face in the dirt Tryin' to get info on who shot the store clerk From yo hood 2 my hood's all the same Like yo hood and mine learn the same games Thug niggas, strapped girls down on planes If you get caught then don't say no names Somebody help me out the ghetto Ya know - same story just like before I don't wanna be here just like you I slangs just 'bout everything to start new Do you have the answer? Niggas gettin' popped - dying off just like cancer You got your enemies, you got your old g's In the penitentiaries just want to be free If I had another chance would I do it again? Rewind the time and head right back to the pen Seems like I can't escaped this world of sin Judgement for this young thug in the end Time's up - this thug caught a slug In another town trying to slang drugs My moms pray for my soul As I lay below I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus... Geah You how we do it |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
(feat. Havoc (SCC))
[HAVOC] Ping, ping, ping, muthafucka, it's ricochet Havoc Coming with the muthafuckin automatic All niggas and bitches who ain't down with Eiht I'm givin they ass much muthafuckin static Geah like my nigga Eiht say, fuck 'em all [EIHT] Geah, doin it that thuggish way Compton, come on I got controversy like ????? since I hit the big time Noses be sniffin' my fuckin ass to see what's mine (get 'em) You best think twice tryin to take What they make Punk bitch, I'm nuthin' nice (geah) You need to shut your trap This ain't no gangsta rap (get 'em) It's gonna peel your cap Keep snitchin', my fingers twitchin' Never seen a muthafucka (get 'em) Keeps bitchin, uh We rolls through you Who got beef? Teeth smacked out instomatic Automatic static You better be makin out your funeral plans You gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c'mon geah) I chalks up more points than basketball, now Kurtis Blow Buck that Blow gots to go Niggas run fast when we hoo-ride When we spittin you gets banked up the blind side Jealous fools keep on talking while you walking Cause I'ma hit you up And say fuc em all Somebody say fuc em all... I like when niggas talk much shit about me, gots to smile Let me know I've been on they mind for a while Eiht this, Eiht that Who's fucking Eiht Who's sucking Eiht, wait Wanna be in my pockets Look it little hoe so bring that eye close, I'ma sock it Test my gang affiliation And you gon' get hit, no shit, sent on a long vacation Got my shit floatin just like pigeons, can't fake it Damn sho' can't fake it so you wanna take it fools Ducking, don't push me Calling up bitches, wanna salt me up To get the pussy Get it on your own If you can't get it, need to quit it Bitch leave it alone (Bitch) So don't run game with my name If you do it's a damn shame, geah So watch me ball as I stand tall To yell fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all, it don' stop... Bitches all up in my business But they really can't tell what my game is (that's right) Wanna know who I'm in, I hope the Bitches stop gossippin' Wishing they was Oprah 8 million stories is what they having Save it You got more drama than David (sorry-ass) Pay no attention to bitches, fuck that I gots no cheese for them first class hoodrats Playing on my pager and my phone ain't no love at all But get your punk-ass nigga, friends to call Uh, I gots no choice "Fuck you bitch" comes straight out my voice Not all ho's is bitches, y'know what I'm sayin' But they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a nigga paying These chips ain't for dippin Keep that grand canyon pussy, ain't no whipping So scoot that ass on before you get the boot Geah all alone It's like that In the nine to the six, uh Fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all... It don't stop... In the muthafuckin house, nigga Eihthype in the house Nigga On The Run in the house Little Hawk & Bird in the house I say Da Foe in the house Compton in this bitch |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Geah
MC Eiht and Chill up in this bitch The Eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah Compton in this bitch And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah The Killers, check it out I gives a fuck where you from could give a mad fuck about your hood sign keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping) you fake niggas need to peep you gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split I reach under my seat for the heat I bust a U-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street I see you a busta so I start to clown (right) cause if you was a G you would have stood yo' ground uh but geah it's kinda difficult to stand your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on you better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass but i'ma still hit your block with it cocked i give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah) so don't look dumb and don't act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah) Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right) Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back Strapped with macs On a mission down Compton Boulevard (geah) some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas) they some bustas (that's right) and geah not to mention my hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (West Side) hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh) peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke but what do you know it's another gang story some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory I told fools about |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
yeah
for the millenium yeah yeah thug shit geah geah yeah huh f**k this shit nigga i smoked weeed got nasty on on my sista geeed yeah huh f**ked huh in tha ass cause this is how the gangstas play f**king bitches in the corn hole aww day lex steel can size to this cock cause i gettin the money today watch out 12" lex you gonna get socked and then tossed up by eminem with a 6" little ho as yoda wanna be bitch chorus: this iz how the gangstas play, how folk niggas gettin money today? if you are say f**k yeah yo. hala back yal, back up yal "huh" cause this iz how the gangstas play tommorow i probably turn gay cause we huh! |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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: |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Geah My nigga Muggs in the house Who keeps you humpin' Eihthype keeps you thumpin' Always into somethin' Westside got it going on Westside got it going on Who creeps in smooth with moves like Gotti Trips to make grips and back to the party Million dollar holler with the Jazzy Belles 97 makes moves with the freaky tales Hold up, stop the presses Floats to the club and show me love in little short dresses From 8 at night till 6 in the morn' Intend to get ?naked?, try to put me on Tick tock, it don't stop, clock keeps tickin' Pour one more and wait for the liquor to kick in Lookin suspicious cause you don't know the game plan To the V.I.P. you peeps the ?three span? Naughty as I wanna be, so check it Drama to the women I perfected to get naked 2 shots of the V.S.O.P. Rmy Converstions as I tugs on your bikini Got to get it, cause I've never had Takes the party back to my pad, color me bad Oops... I swoops up in the Coupe One more pussy to loop, I'm knockin the boots Geah Who got you humpin' Eihthype's always bumpin' Always into somethin' (geah) Westside's got it goin' on Number one desperado, packin the hollows In a nice tight suit with Christy to swallow Who's the role model, bitch butt-naked on the boat 'cross the lake, we skate with the heavy weights Can you feel me? Surfs all night, be rich 500 super sport, low-low's hittin' the switch Gots long dough, fo' sho', cops paid by the month Weekly in the club, gots ho's to hunt Gets mine, nose to the grind, makes cheese Ain't never seen three niggas like these Still gots the connects, pulls china white from |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Eiht:
We sending this one out right here To all the young thug and young hustlers out there You know I'm sayin', grown up with their moms strugglin' In the hood yo' I'm sayin', ya know how it is Trying to keep it tight, you know I'm sayin' Geah Born and raised a black youth, no happy days My moms and pops went they separate ways Now she solo with half the dough, and three kids No house, a damn tight situation we in Hit the streets to look for work and pay So her kids can have it better than she had one day Try to teach me some rules, "get a's in school Keep your head up high and don't run with the fools" That was the lesson, always listen to moms Bible she totin, always quotin from psalms Young but I'm knowin' the right thang to do Know the things to say when times is blue Times is hard and really unfortunate I'm young and I really don't like the shit But I dream nice things when I sleep at night When I grow up I'll make everything alright Sing Soultre': I know it's hard sometimes But if you can make a way, you need to hold up I know a better way And if you can wait today it'll be alright... Eiht: Now I'm 15, my life done hit a split screen What used to be a good kid struck a bad gene Bad dreams, young thugs and crime scenes Skip school, saggin' my jeans and blow green My moms don't know where I get the shit from If you keep trippin' you know the outcome Laid up somewhere, or in jail Makin' collect calls tryin' to make bail Hell, and you know how I struggle for the cheddar Before I give it away better get it together My guilty conscience sayin' not no listen The other have tellin' me, keep a good intention Aw shit, a nigga need a mind of his own Too much to deal with, I really don't feel shit Young thug ready to take on the world Who made my life take such a twirl C'mon Chorus... Now my situation's changed, no chains remain Now I try to check out the game and cause pain Long live the days of homeboys and straps Gang of tombstones for the ones that caught caps Make snaps off raps, reminiscin' of days Good part is shot up while 'more bounce' plays Missin the days sometimes, but keeps my eyes on the future Keep my hands on my heat cause niggas might shoot ya Rob a nigga blind, just like stevie I used to do the same when a nigga was greedy But my come-up was wrong, flipped it, now it's strong Now I clocks snaps, keep the street shit in my songs Trying to make it up on a stage from doin' a bid Trying to make a better way like she did for my kids Right now watch out, keep my nose to the grind Yeah boy, this world is mine Geah Chorus... |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Geah
Geah (c'mon) Sendin' this one right here To all the girls out there that get down like they live F**k it Roll with the hoo-bangers Geah You like the way I get down like y'all live Check it out Y'all know the Bitch I need, nuthin but cash and weed Out of town trips, slips my cash with speed Don't get it twisted, no captain But I'm cappin' and duckin' While a hoe hides me out and I'm steadily f**kin' Doin your thang While I teach you how to hop on planes Get this cream from this fool with the country name Same day you get back, my bankroll stack As a matter of fact, you know I like that Sticky bitches have niggas straight spendin' they dough Ya know cash runs everything around a hoe Greedy as f**k, a chicken tryin' to scheme on chickens Greedy as f**k, to pay the bitch, she keep on lickin' I love the hoe She's out to get my paper fo' sho' Anytime and place she ready to go Love scratch No pigeon in the world could match Simple as f**k Hood rats ain't hard to catch Geah Hood rats We lovin 'em ho's, we lovin 'em ho's C'mon, geah Sing with me... C'mon geah Sneaky cause she wanna just f**k for ends F**k and spend, f**k, run tell yo' friens All of y'all do their f**kin' shit All your homegirl, bitch, who you f**kin' with Gossip you spit Put each other up on game On which nigga's got chips, routine's the same Shakin' that ass with the jiggle and twitch In the club bustin', knowin i'ma want that bitch You ain't seein a nigga ghetto rich Ghetto fab, ghetto star Hop off stage, ? ? ? bless thou? ? No questions asked, that's the role you play You hit me up on monday F**k the bitch anyway It ain't nuthin' And leave suckas say: the bitch good for somethin Anywhere, any day, any hour In front of anybody, in the shower Geah Hood rats I'm lovin 'em ho's, I'm lovin 'em ho's Geah ya know how it goes... Hood rats... Geah, check me out Is she or she not the top notch? Watch the peddle pushers and rocks in a ? ? ? ? ? How she cop, bitch flips, trips, no sleepin Back to the club where she strips on a weekend You know what I'm speakin' she's out to get yo' bread ? ? ? ? up, choke up, showin some leg Get down like you live and get down on a dime You bring yo' homegirl, that's fine Who is better? I got the chedder ready to spend With a video tape so I can record the date F**kin' with eiht it's all good Now back that ass up like you know you should Know the game alive, toss chips Watch you get down and start movin' the crowd Geah, say it loud Hoo-bangers, we get down on that shit, you know Chorus... |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Hey C.M.W in the house (rock on) Hubtouchablez in the house (rock on) Geah (hey) Half Ounce in the house, hey (Geah, c'mon, geah) I dips around, sips around 2 o'clock The hammer's backjacked, cocked on the glock Westward bound, stay down To the fools that's gon' bow How you like us now? Steady living by the trigger I toss on nigga Nuthin' on my ass but Tommy Hilfiger Droppin' chronic by the pound Who's teachin' classes? Bitches blowin all day with their naked-asses Checks my spot, better yet, checks my knot Jack to Jill, round the hill, I get the scrill' Better pay me I need the money, so I'm goin' crazy Can I still kill it? You bet! Words float from the tongue to get your panties wet So hop yo' ass in the back seat, let's roof And stick your big ass out the sunroof (chorus) Hubtouchablez as we dips around As we tips through your town straight puttin' it down We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets Geah, hey I puts it down 'funky enough' like The D.O.C. Maybe you can't see, blind like Stevie That's sick, you blind and you just can't see You need to wear sun-glasses like D.M.C. Cruise around in S.5. classes Sippin' on D.P. in tall glasses Bullet proof vest protects the chest, cause it ain't wettin' Call me Big Daddy Kane, ain't no half steppin' 'Who's got the props? Who's got the props?' The Hubtouchablez is in the house, it don't stop Get moves for that ass Come smooth on that ass But the girls be shaking that ass for the cash Got 'em hangin' loosely Just introduced me Now you t |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
[ice cube]
When I hear the words: murda murda, I concern a Slug in your burden brain Niggas heard of me From here to eternity Fuck hell cause I can feel the earth burn in me Now we can meet, we can greet, we can see, we can eat We can hold court in the street Whatcha wanna do? I just ate, it's a quarter to 8 I'm in section 8 with mc eiht and a 38 (yeah) And I'm ready to ride for this shit Muthafucka done invested his life in this shit And we ain't losin' rather take a penitentiary chance And ? ? your house like some blue and red ends Make you dance like holyfield And we'll rob you like lennox lewis And you can't do nuthin' to us (nuthin') Spent my life with the west rollies A few of 'em still gangbangin in they 40's, what Violatin parolies [ice cube, mack 10 & eiht] Ye-ye-ye-e Gangstas make the world go round And stayin' down in the y-2-k That's what they say It's hoo-bang muthafucka and we don't play Eiht, cube and mack: iii tha hood way, geah I said... [mack 10] Mack 10 is the lick, west side is the click (yeah) I can't get enough of this gangsta shit So I drag my 5-7 down the shores and the skate ? ? ? ? play some vibrate for humpin' section 8 I stay g'd up and down, it's the bumper when it's late With my hair bitch-braid sportin' murder one shades It's the heat bringer, king inglewood swinger And fuck every nigga that ain't a hoo-banger (hoo-banger!) No color lines make dimes, it's color blind And I ain't trippin' cause your rag ain't bright as mine Let's rock t-birds up, sew up the place Get on the paper chase and let us smoke our free base I'm a straight go-getter, grinded till I'm rich I stay down and dirty and screamin' fuck a bitch (fuck you bitch!) Me, eiht and don mega off the hook together It's iii tha hood way and hoo-bang forever, what Chorus... [eiht] Three niggas, three time felons with three strikes (yeah) Three times equal 9's, khakis and knives Roll on swings as I bumps the flashlight Nice off I flip to the hard, my shit's tight Small nigga in the backseat with loc's Tryin' to come up on cash cause we downer at last Gun smoke, my tramp 8's start to spittin' Put the hood I scream loud, give a fuck who I'm hittin' West side compton, hoo-bang' fo' sho' Put they work for my g's, six feet below The murda show, muthafuckas ride with me There's one life to live so I cops the key Once upon a time in the projects with heat Slangin' my shit: you don't work, you don't eat You can take this boy out tha hood But you can't take the hood out a nigga Hand stays on the trigga, geah Chorus... [cube & eiht] Iii tha hood way ye-yey (fo' sho') Iii tha hood way ye-yey (for the 9-9 fool) Iii tha hood way ye-yey (you know how tha fuck we do it) Iii tha hood way ye-yey (hoo-bangin' fo' life!) Yeah (geah) Geah The compton shit Mc eiht (tha criminal shit) For your ass Ice cube (dumpin' out the trey) Dumpin' out the rag seven Mack 10 (givin' yo' ass just what you need) That thug shit West side hoo-bangin' gangstas Compton fo' life Geah Babeeee... |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Do this muthaf**kin' shit right though
We in the muthaf**kin' house Geah In the muthaf**kin' house Niggas on the run in the muthaf**kin' house Boom bam, tha chill Mc eiht in the house And we know your muthaf**kin' residential spots, geah [tha chill] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh Muthaf**kas best to run and duck Cause that nigga named chill still don't give a f**k Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the front of the seat F**k a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun Niggas on the run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang And we can get in the street and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah Fool I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the f**k? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill... Boom bam in the house Where you from nigga? [boom bam] I'm from the c to the o to the m to the p to the t to the o to the n Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, bring your ass to the west side of compton that's where we chill at Cause I don't give a f**k about dollars & sense I'm backin' my nigga eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga Cause I swear to God I'm gonna kill quick Cause when you f**k with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthaf**ka, that's where you'll find me at You best to watch your back Cause I be creepin' through your hood Every other night loaded with my f**kin' gat Just hopin' that I see you To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas Geah, cause we them killin' niggas Chorus... [eiht] Don't be slippin' on this side of town Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down And i'ma clown like krusty when I bust this You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga how'd you figure? You better be diggin a bigger ditch Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original baby gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin' (geah) Lyin' on your back Tryin' to get ? ? ? ? Never seen a man cry Until he seems dead As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass Better dash before your dead By these killin' niggas Chorus... Geah In the muthaf**kin' house The eihthype thugs, uh Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin' ? ? ? ? ? to the 9-6 We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh Don't f**k around know I'm sayin' C'mon sayin' Geah, true blue thugs from the muthaf**kin' steets |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Geah
In the muthafuckin house For the 9 to the 6 Geah To them bitch-ass niggas We know your residential spot The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest Original baby gangster on the block 159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock It looks like rain, so I'm wettin Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down Nigga please, no R.I.P.'s for these Westside gees I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip Which I stash by my fuckin dick Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin Bout my homies who died from the Park From Casual to Short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's like the dead has risen Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Caddy Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the Mac I will send you on a trip where you won't be comin back I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin '96 is the killin season Murder murder murder Kill kill kill (3x) Murder murder murder murder... Geah, come on I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive The mentality's got me stuck in '85 Park boy straight bangin (right) Peelin caps back to collect my stripes From the 3rd to the Cly', then back to Taper Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors Bitch please, 159 gees Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss chee |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Come on y'all, hey And this how we gon' do it How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish Ho's get down like you live you know the business How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish Ho's get down like you live... Nigga better check yourself before you think about fuckin' with these Muthafuckas always makin' the cheese 187's for the triggers we squeeze Fool please, like a bitch Drop to your knees Be the bad-ass fool in the game All the ho's be scream my name Throwin' that ass, it's a damn shame Must the game So a nigga be bringin' the pain Ho's Still stand too tall and never fallin' Player haters perpetrate Standin' too close because we ballin' No competition But they wishin' they could dodge 5-0 Lay back in the cut Get sucked and fucked By a gang of hoodrat ho's Thought you knew The way we bring it to you it's on the real From the days of wayback packin' my strap On the West Side of the hill Always chill with a gang of ho's Cluck cluck pesos everyday Be the bomb, show you love So all the skirts head my way P-A-I-D, no T-L-C Hell no, we never beg Take the dick down your throat Don't choke and open up them legs Nuff said Presidents dead cause you know That be's the business Get down like you live cause y'all check it, what what is this How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish Ho's get down like you live you know the business How you likin' me now in 97 kind of pimpish Ho's get down like you live you know the business How you likin' me now, hey How you likin' me now, uh, geah one two How y |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Geah
Jig a geah Nigga, geah Check, geah Nigga, geah Uh, c'mon... I'm sittin' here trippin', mind playin' tricks Tryin' to make it hot while rubbin two sticks Anyboby killa, several conflicts Dead on arrival, the message is survival Only the strong get it on I do my creepin' nightly, nigga, with the chrome Last place niggas get caught up first I ain't satisfied, so I follow the hearse Check the verse Situation end up worse As I release the heat on my ? label? that's cursed Back up, bitch, my shit spits down 4-5 fully auto, never down Wanna dance with the evil in the pale moon light? Didn't know that I blast anything on sight? Murder at night, side-busters best take flight As they dead bodies covered in the sheets that's white I'm a lunatic Geah When I bust the strap everybody... I'm a lunatic Geah Your days is done When I bust the gun Everybody better run I'm dreamin' more nightmares when I sleep My steez, a nigga like me n 2 deep Creep with me as I invade your mind Be a killa with me as I pass the nine Don't be a weak muthaf**ka, get your brain on strap Hit the blunt one more time 'fore we hit the gat Got to dis 'em, food on my plate, blood on my hands Lesson number one if you plan for grands Follow my lead as we enter the place Shoot anything that move and aim for the face Race against the clock, a minute to ten Good time, everybody's tied down in the den Listen, a killa for hire, expert Don't talk, only point out of work Smart move, nigga, ready to skirt Ain't no jam, prepare yourself, cause this might hurt I'm a lunatic When I grab the gun Everybody better run Cause your days is done I'm a lunatic When I bust the strap Peel a cap Everybody adapt I'm a lunatic Better run When I bust the gun Your days is done I'm a lunatic When I enter your home I bust the chrome Geah Y'all best back on up, I act up The blood that you spill just like a cracked cup Your attitude, kill it, mines they wanna steal it Bitches, y'all can feel it, any caps, I peel it Warning, killin' niggas, strike in morn' And stay around the crime scene till the cops start swarmin Smile in your face while I mess with the case Through the streets a fast race while your boys gettin' chased No mace, only shootin' gats with slugs Directed straight at the mug tryin' to kill this thug I work that thing on my back, so I blast back But that's the quick instict of how a killa react The straight aim I possess is what they lack Droppin'em one by one with a 80 mac Chips I stack, muthaf**kas need to quit I bang for life and y'all can't handle the shit I'm a lunatic I enter your home Release the chrome Straight for your dome I'm a lunatic Your day is done I pops the gun You're best to run I'm a lunatic Enter your home Release the chrome Straight for your dome I'm a lunatic You're best to run I bust the gun You're best to run You're best to run, run Geah Hoo-bang one time, nigga Geah, c'mon Lunatic, get'em Geah Geah For the y2g Hoo-bangin' gangstas Hoo-bangin' affiliates Hoo-bangin' official, nigga Geah Luna... Geah Luna - tic, c'mon What tha f**k! |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
Murder niggas at night
Some of that real thug shit We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' Murder for hire Click caps to pay bills For this young g Steps back and kill at will I ain't playing with your No game, the shit's real So I hits the blocks with yay, no fucking deal (that's right) I'm heated - and I'm greedy as fuck, I need a meal My dog told me watch out for shit and pack steel "and if you care - lil' nigga, get a vest (boom boom!) Cause niggas be hungry like you and they ready to test" You die, motherfucker, it's the same gang tale Niggas talk about who did the killing in jail We hoo-bangers, hit you block, throw it up Smash, the real regulators sowed it up Push rhymes like weight, push - real weight Get my money comin' in from state to state (chin chin) Contemplate, my niggas escape to the house Cause if I'm caught by the times, then I'm - assed out We murder niggas at night And in the morning (compton all day, nigga) We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, so heed your fuckin warning (hoo-bang' all day nigga) We murder niggas at night And in the morning We catch fools sleepin' before they yawnin' (geah) We murder niggas at night We hoo bang, bitch, here's your fuckin warning Y'all needs to back the fuck up or your block gon' burn Me and my nigga blast with the same gat - it's my turn Money and the power, it's my time to earn You're dead on arrival, to whom it may concern Real thug from the street, yes, die for the cause Dips the blocks with the heat, right next to my balls I be the first nigga to jump on the - front line Slang quarter piece rocks and dodgin - one time Everybody hustlin' for cash and that's real Half of us niggas be looking for any bill Lock down ? ? my ass ? ? But I bails out, another head back to coke I gots to bang the hood, slang - till it drop The enemies I fear not, fuck a cop The enemies, they come close but get popped I lasted, laughed last till your heart stopped Chorus... Easily I approach The nigga who's slippin' I ain't no joke The tense situation I gotta provoke They run real fast When they see the gunsmoke (hey - boom boom!) I got - hot ones to test y'all, bless y'all West y'all - at the - funeral hall Your homies take sips as they reminisce on nuthin' I come around catchin' you slippin', doing a dumping One little, two little, three little suckers Hoo-bangin' niggas is killers, you muthafucka ? ? ? ? my homie scar when he ride So every other day when I hit your damn side Feel my fuckin' revenge As I blast through your house with your family and friends (boom boom!) Back to my block, serving 20's and 10's (what up!) In the back of the alley sippin' 40's and gins (right) On sundays, church Moms pray for my sins And ask to protect until my life ends, geah Chorus... Compton all day, nigga Hoo-bang all day, nigga You know how the fuck we represent To the fullest Thuggin' 9-9 times, nigga Eiht packs the 9, so get it straight Geah |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Geah
Yo, hoo-bangin' niggas offcials for the year 2g I want y'all niggas to say hello to the bad nigga, uh Hoo-bangin', what's up Geah Ya know this ? ? ? muthaf**ka's life ain't shit Right here Creepin' up on your ass For the year 2g Must be murder Nighttime vision, my hot nine catching you while you sleep It's critical nigga, it's too deep F**k, your talk is cheap, paid to sweep Ya know this killa nigga from the west side of the street Old school fool, pack choose the rules Confrontation, confront blazing tool My mighty black sword is ready to duel No sympathy when punishment's include Back the f**k up, niggas, I act up Homerun-hitter, the quick nine-spitter When my mind starts playing tricks and flashbacks Of seein porno flicks, done criminal acts Y'all ain't touching my squad Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard Ready for battle in the streets, you get scarred Must - be murder Hoo-bangin' for life ain't no joke Must be murder Reppin' the west, so watch the gun smoke I know my momma be praying her lord save me I bail the street with the strap, the homie daily You're crazy, y'all ain't from my spot, so push Before your dead body's recovered, multiple shots You speak by your weak position, thinkin' you're strong You're wrong, nigga, watch my killa ambition Touch ya, hoo-bang niggas who ride Who roll on your side ready to die Who lights up your life with hot flames Real straight game, thug life's the game Gettin' it, never pretending since the beginning Niggas like me keeps the world spinnin' I ain't done yet, enemies don't tempt me Unload episodes until my clip empty Y'all ain't gettin' the front line Your front line, you can save conversation with my nine Chorus... Criminal mind, but this time a west coast loc Can't stand a compton nigga slangin' slugs like f**kin coke Money made the illegal way, I roll the regal way Brown paper bag full of baggies to maintain Just can't stay away from hood niggas Hood bitches, hood towns and hood sounds F**k anybody who disrespect get chin-checked Fly like a eagle, the hollows hit the deck Expect the worst in the hood if you gon' kick it Doors open, murder show, go get your ticket Sly, slick and wicked, bullets ready to rico- Chet off your body, they toe tag, they stick it The guns ready to straight catch ya Murder was the case, trying to hide my face Evil as they come I clicks the f**kin' nine gun, y'all fools best to run Chorus... Geah Hoo-bangin's official You know how the f**k we do it Real niggas In the y2k Doin' what the f**k we gotta do Y'all niggas perpetrating You know, keep it thug over here You know, keep it thug right here, hoo-bangin' official Y'all niggas is just like us Real niggas on the block is how we keep it Never fakin' the funk 4-5's and 9's catchin' you, nigga Till the day we die, fool Geah Compton, nigga Geah |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
[ INTRO ]
Gyeah We're on this smooth shit Takin you back to the old school (westside) Gyeah Hoo-Bangin in the house And right about now We got the real CPT G's up in here Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest Hoo-Bangin to the fullest Gyeah [ VERSE 1 ] I once heard don't forget Where you came from , son And if you're bailin through Compton You better bring a gun Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas Just cause we some fuckin paid niggas Zags and crack that I used to sell To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail What 'll it be to they lost my loot So 5-O wants all a blue khaki suit Shoot if ya'll come down the block, static Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic Tragic is the scene that's left Bringin the pain like Meth(od Man) The yellow tape means death (boyaa) Steps the fuck off or meet your maker The Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker Out for cash flow the way I was part of Keep your hood tight nigga don't get caught up Yeah [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life Check it out [ VERSE 2 ] I've been in the street game since '86 With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix Screamin : fuck your clitch Bitch you best not trick Hoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips 6 shots is all you get (ping , ping) You better put in work Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt My mission is the ride for the west And make cash and pick of enemies Tryin to trespass , for sho' I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt I light it's the fuckin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom) Provoke any nigga that try to step Fools trip Imma show 'em Who's fast from the hip Clap you Once cause G's leave no Witnesses clap twice out the door Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep Still music to drive-by and I'm N2 deep Come on [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on My life , my life , my life Fuck One-Time Gyeah I said my life , my life , my life In the CPT I said my life , my life , my life Hoo-Bangin gangstas Check it out [ VERSE 3 ] In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce Real G's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah) Loose lips sink ships is what I was told While my bankroll fold I'm leavin your body cold Down the role-road since the B.G. The O.G.'s had me actin crazy Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny Young niggas strugglin best get your money Creep up in the late night Keep your grip tight lay low outta site And watch the porch light Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin Ya'll catchin the blues I needs the money and the cola baby Don't make me react pulls out the strap And then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullest In Compton is where we're dwellin In the WEST where we're yellin While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide) Come on [ CHORUS ] I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 And that's how we representin To the fullest With the real CPT G's To the I-N-G All the way up to South Central To all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the house Gyeah , that's how we're doin it To the WEST All day , we don't play Gyeah , come on I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life Fuck One-Time Gyeah |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 wher |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 |
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from Cypress Hill - IV [Explicit Version] (1998)
(MC Eiht)
Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, stick em! Geeyeah, Cypress Hill three times, come on! Geeyeah.. Infiltration be our daily operation for chasin Cross the seven seas eased, clockin much conversation Penetration, you know we gets busy, no hesitation Greenery, hand-picked, from my own plantation Feels the heat, under the som-brero to any amigo that's tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call my homey B-Rizzy in Mexico City Loose lips sink ships, faker faces got guilt Didn't mean to call you late, I need a hideout til.. cool, homey, I'll bring some fuckin skunk The homey smuggle me across lines in a trunk Just like a bird I'm free, in a land with no fuckin extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (2X) "With the crew from off the Hill" (B-Real) B-Really killin the Phillie now can you feel me from the Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz never thrill me You silly bitches never respect, neglect money You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your nose is runny Got my main man, Mr. Rocho kickin the vocals from the Eastside, where it's loco sellin the poco From the two G's, breakin the leaves of cheese, makin the bacon You hear it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin Evading the pigs, raiding my crib, I'm mad lib and I wanna live and I'm givin the message droppin the lesson Flippin shit, and I'm keepin em guessin they all stressin Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in session "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (4X) "With the crew from off the Hill" (MC Eiht) We's beez the three amigos, skates with nickel plates under the seat and we goes East Coast/West Coast, anybody killer! Soul Assassins gets the cash and smash *vroom* Who spits the Glocks like uno and dos? Makin your body dissapear like a ghost One time's tryin to gaffle me, harassin me tryin to send me to the penetentiary (B-Real) In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin you fuckin sleepin And the beat, just keeps on seepin into the street While you peakin I'm meetin and greetin the people speakin and leadin the motherfuckers who's seekin to catch, ruckus Meaning you suckers no-luckers overdub us, nut hug us You love us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers "Shit is real on the motherfuckin Hill God" (5X) |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em... Half ounce one time stick 'em Geah You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon Y'all remember that old school shit, geah Get 'em C'mon Your block is mine bitch back up We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin) We've been Gettin in where we fit in since the old days L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays Gun place, crime place, one time swoop Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe Giving head like a chicken plucked Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking From selling my Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps Got a Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd As the bullets hit with no names Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot Flies like an eagle Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal Tinted windows Tyres spin fast up out yo' set Next week right back to see who we can get You want yo' chin checked (ping) Fools just gimme a car We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall The way i'm livin don't give no hail low One times i stay low Want pay no compton, no play no Hit the round when we start blastin Out the back door Before they send the ???? in (get up) We niggas fo' hire Bustin (boom) We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em... Half ounce one time stick 'em Geah Bails around twelve o'clock Roam my block with the glock Keeps the world nicely stash From neighbourhood watch Walks the rocks Dope fiends makes my pay Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way 24 is the deliv |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Niggas On The Run in the house
Little Hawk & Bird in the house I say Da Foe in the house New Style in the house Geah Muthafuckas wanna run at the lip Ego trip, I'ma grab the clip Uh, hit the stick from the chronic sack Suicidal (geah), homicidal Kinda vital (right) Maniac with the Mac is back, no drama For your momma more trauma (geah) It's more shootin', it's more buckin' It's more slicin', it's more dicin', it's more - fuckin' (right) Insane in the membrane Makes me leave dead bodies in the tub cause I got no love For my momma (stick) or my daddy (shit) Now I'm solo Oh no, out the roof of the Caddy Never will I be beated is the attitude (right) Because I'm always heated And just like Waco I'ma put 'em on their back (right) When I'm schemin' muthafuckas just try to attack And in fact to the wack I'ma show no slack Got a muthafucka sweatin' like I hit some crack Never stable, loose cable Live wire, for hire, under fire (geah) Get your shit slit with a knife Hard nigg's better run for their fuckin' life Run... niggas... c'mon... Eyes roll back when I hit the spliff (shit) Throwin' dead bodies off the side of a clip, uh Get my kicks outta killin' with a dirty gat (right) Execution style, can you picture that? (geah) Get on your knees (drop), nigga please (right) You fucked Get your hands up (c'mon) It won't hurt like I told ya 2 to your dome muthafucka now it's over, uh Niggas keep on duckin' Fuck the devil it's myself that keep see buckin' Not that white devil Bruce Springsteen I'm the boss so the cost is you gon' get tossed (geah) Never can I be faded, can't whip it Double stick it cause I'm wicked Ain't no future in your frontin' Put you on front street and punk I'll keep dumpin' (dump dump dump) And I ain't done yet (geah), you got about 8 secs 'Fore I grab the muthafuckin' Tec Get your dome checked as I start to dump like Phife Muthafuckas better run for your fuckin' life Run... c'mon... geah... Run niggas (Compton) Run niggas (West Side) Run (stick 'em) Looks like a full moon (that's right) After I loot ya I'm a shoot ya then boot ya In the corner and you screamin' And I'm bettin' you sweatin' Cause your ass keep dreamin', nigga you done pissed me off Just can't stand it, goddamnit, too soft Wicked as I kick it like soccer (geah) Better be watchin' ??? cause I'ma cluck ya Endonesia, the gangsta pleaser One time - for your mind Wreckin' your braids Causin' you pain got you in check When I got my hands around your neck Squeezin' (geah) tighter than you can imagine Coughin' up blood as your ass keep gaggin' (c'mon) Boo-yah! How you like me now like a cricket Then you give me click it when I'ma stick it Meanin' you seeled your fate (c'mon) Meanin' you can't escape Meanin' you best think twice (right) Meanin' you run for your life Run... nigga... c'mon... Run Geah And we runnin' that shit you know I'm sayin'? Niggas On The Run Lil' Hawk & Bird The New Style, you know I'm sayin'? For the ninety fizzy... Oh... Da Foe in the house Geah |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Geah Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch Ugh Check it out In the muthafuckin house Nigga For the 9 to the 6 Ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs Ugh It ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs It ain't nothin but the VIII Hype Thugs Geah, nigga Check it out [ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Err, as I hit you up Not givin a fuck Geah, I know you hate it Gang affiliated For niggas trippin, they wanna hang Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang The thugs roll too thick Bangin before hair start to grow on my dick Fool, you best not be slippin by your lonely Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. Eiht was hungry Done trapped, Eiht spit speedy In the M.C. we hit your block lookin too greedy Innocent by-standers in they driveways Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me So you better run Cause I'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum [ CHORUS ] |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
Geah
Geah Geah Hoo-bang, nigga Some of that futuristic shit For that ass Keepin it thuggish, though Check it out [ verse 1 ] The concrete streets bring heat, it's so rough Niggas test everyday, calling your bluff Eiht had enough, I'm smoking my fluff Spitting game, letting you know my turf is tough My theme is I push music to driveby I slide through, scoop up four and ride high Strap under the seat my hood technique As I destroy your block like dante's peak Feel me, partly a killer, clocker for fun On my turf puttin in work since day one Y'all ain't heard enough about a nigga singin the blues Niggas bendin in two's while y'all watch the news John walsh, wash me up, you're crazy Havin my face captured 180 Can't go there, ain't havin that, man, f**k The strap turned me corrupt, so prepare to duck [ chorus ] Sometimes in the hood it's so rough That makes niggas from the hood stay tough Slings packs, pack straps, quarters and halfs 16, double the stash, you do the math (2x) [ verse 2 ] I guess my mind's on the track, gotta get me a stack And in fact, homebody, you know what gun I pack Keeps y'all enemies close that stay cheatin When they ask make fast and start heatin Niggas ain't f**kin around - dodge mine Drop yours, bitch, and lay that ass down Keep your face to the ground, don't even look No positive I'd and all the money was took Shook the hell up out the spot and kept away from snitches Took a trip across town just to floss my riches Bitches turn into niggas and start yappin One more hit on your house where y'all nappin Dumpin one, catch you in the midnight, the late night hour The hollow point shower The sweet success thatt you taste has got sour Straight, eiht regulate my thug power [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] My niggas disappoint me thinkin y'all can fade it Still player-hated, wishin y'all made it Stay down, hoo-bangin niggas takin over G's in lows puttin holes up in a rover Told ya, stop tryin to walk in our shoes Real thugs hail from the west, first rule In fact, we the first bloods and crips First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop Bring the prices down low, y'all pick the rest to cop Copy cats, now y'all dippin lows with heats Pepetratin fresh coast, tryin to roll our streets Hate your sight, catch you on a red-eye flight Commence the sweatin the groove just for spite Lucky though, I give you a pass and let you go I'ma catch you on the road at another rap show [ chorus ] Geah Hoo-bang, nigga That makes niggas from the turf stay tough Geah Westside, you know Sometimes in the hood it's so rough Geah, you know what we do That makes niggas from the turf stay tough |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
Geah (hey)
Hey We money makers in the house You know how we do it All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Geah [high t] Like the l.a. lakers We tryin' to be a money maker But that's kinda hard to do amongst a gang of salt-shakers So how can money can a nation when playa-hation do Think about it, probably of couple niggas playa hatin' you Because you got a lil' sommethin, trying to keep shit tight Not at the bar, gettin drunk, trying to pick a fight But mad niggas got it backwards like they ass was in the front Actin' like they smoke rock and now grass up in they blunt I gots no words for em, just 'fist of fury' like bruce I let loose on they ass, then hit the fence like juice And don't be a broke nigga fuckin' everybody's bitch Niggas'll get mad cause they gotta pay for this shit Just cause you got more game then a next man, don't make it bad Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad So do what you gotta, but don't cross that line You get yours, I get mine, and everything'll be fine All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream... [eiht] I needs money, that's why the palm itches Masterplans and schemes, so I can get riches Potent 20's to double up's and quarter pieces Fancy cars to condos with ? ? ? ? Pops out the dream (chin-chin) Cause it seems the corner just ain't workin In the cut, down the alley, see the one times lurkin' Everybody packs a sack skrill's not to large I hooks up a sweet deal with chico de barge Me's the shit, shippin, price is way to high I could take my chips by ? the product? , double up, kinda fly Cops the work but still strap cocked by the side Asked the bitch that I fuck if she was gon' take the ride Reply: cool!, what's my take on a china white sack? A thousand, bitch, to your ass, everyone that come back She say: cool baby, I'm in, try to regulate this cheese Kept a smile on my face while she dropped to her knees Picks up the phone and call chill ? ? ? ? ? But you's a fuckin' hard line they might ? ? ? ? ? All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream... [eiht] Touch down for pounds so I can makes my loot Look for a long hair, redbone in a nike suit Don't look suspicious, leave yo' dough at home Straight out the airport, hit me on the pay phone To the ho-tel, mo-tel Whatever pleases, just get my mail You knows the business Extra care with the sacks 16 and done spent, bring 24 bag Don't let them show change on the pack Cause if they do, 187 is the fac' Did you make it, okay ? ? ? ? ? I'm on my way back with your pay Life is lookin kinda lovely to me Regulate out the state with the ghetto d My connection's tight, so don't believe the hype But y'all keep hypin, I make money off of the pipe All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Geah Hello Geah RegulatorsPaper chasing Real niggas standin on the ave, 24-7 Tryin' to regulate that |
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from Hip Hop Jam 2001 [omnibus] (2001)
Summertime - Mc Eiht - Hip Hop Jam 2001
- Tribute To 2Pac Summertime - Mc Eiht - Hip Hop Jam 2001 - Tribute To 2Pac Summertime - Mc Eiht - Hip Hop Jam 2001 - Tribute To 2Pac Summertime - Mc Eiht - Hip Hop Jam 2001 - Tribute To 2Pac |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 12 oz. runnin this shit, so we keep runnin Niggas on the run , ya know i'm sayin [verse 1 ] 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 My face [?] so i starts to shoot 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 [verse 2 ] 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 ga |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
(feat. Mack 10, Techniec)
[Techniec] I been dyin to ride Been dyin to shine Dyin to rob Been dyin to rep this side Dyin to serve Dyin for cheese To raise up out the hood I been dyin to lead Just keep all yellin my name I been dyin to trip Dyin for a grip Dyin for that brand new whip, dyin for it all Nigga been, dyin to ball Throw it all Tech been, brakin his neck I step in, wavin the tek For that check, I'ma lane inject The game is mine You niggas just ain't knowin it yet Several attempts I been, tryin to try Lil niggas, causin havoc in the hood Like they dyin to dye Dyin to get fly, dyin to get high Dyin to win Dyin to go to the bin, get suaved, get out, then added again That's why we ride, and that's a fact Can't spell the west without the E S Say your grace to that [Chorus: Mack 10] The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine Chips I stack The hood is mine Homey get back The hood is mine, the hood is mine [MC Eiht] Do ya know I don't regulate your spot for cheese Ya know these real old chiefs got glocks to squeeze You know the outcome, flips off the horn Caught times, flip da script, get ya back on Know the real deal, undercover spots to chill Know the enemy creep, best pack the steel I ain't knowin what a trick for doe If I knew, what I know now, would've caught the 4-4 Know your game plan slow, fuck the rest for sure Know the west number 1 tell your bitch to float Ya know these rag wearin pants sagin niggas with drugs Know ya upper class, bitches love a thug Know ya days is done, know ya no homey to blaze one Know when the pistols raise, know how fast you run Know your talk is cheap, know I'm in too deep Know if you test the west then your put to sleep [Chorus + variation x2: add following lines to end] Killa killa, homey yeah you know wuz up Sucka sucka, regulate, get your bucks [MC Eiht] Ya know how we cruise up and blow leaf Hoodbangers runnin your spot so no beef Ya know I loves the town where the homeboys hustle to make cheese And the girls get down Know the gang bang sound when we droppin the spot Know outta towners is easy to spot hoes runnin to pop You know them niggas cause they down for the cards We steppin to the room with girls off walls [Techniec] Ya know this melitin mack Heat cocked still in your back Till we get to the back, walk casual I want west in to stay plus calateral that'll do We regulate states, tech and eiht, aye the weight Waitin for techniec to drop, aye check the date Tell these enemies of mine the time, better check, your late Interfere with mine, make him a believer Throw a bullet and make him a receiver and a LBC'er [Chorus: w/ earlier variation] |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
[ intro ]
Gyeah Regulatin for the west Hoo bangin gangstas in the house Gyeah Compton All day For the thugs [ verse 1 ] I tell you it's hell up in compton, know what I mean Niggas'll keep you dumpin plottin for cream On a late night tip straight chasin your dream Just a young knucklehead tryin to run with the team Moms and pops tripped and slipped into the split Now the days got tight cause this nigga wasn't gettin shit The old fools down the block said: you're dumb If you sling that white they will come Now I know the game 50 double into the c- note The beach cruiser flipped into the el camino My hoodrat bitch done got a little class Swap meet jewelry to tight jeans with ass The .380 tucked away in a stash The old school tapes I pumps in the dash Just so I can smash Sometimes I wonder how the hood life could last [ chorus ] The hood still took me under ( somebody help me out ) That's true The hood still got me nigga Like you Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here ) I'll be a thug nigga till my days is through Come on The hood still got me under ( somebody help me out ) That's true The hood got me nigga Like you Gettin money on the blocks with my crew ( I don't wanna be here ) I'll be a thug nigga till my days is trough [ verse 2 ] One-times is gafflin that's the story Another drive-by, another territory Seems that they got a nigga all shook up Y'all know we run the fuckin streets if we all hook up But fuck it back to the fat packs I cook up Your clientel down the block I straight took up Dead presidents I got to stack it (ching-ching) Infiltrators can't see the [ ] in my jacket Lord you gotta forgive me for bein a thug Niggas cross the frontline, catch the slug Bullet cracks the window, body hits the rug Burn rubber-sound means a nigga just dug Out the crime scene back to my section Slippin in the dark, shoulda had protection That's how it goes never take shit lightly Hoo bangin gangstas thinkin just like me [ chorus ] Check this out ( somebody help me out ) Gyeah Compton all day Come on ( somebody help me out ) Hoo bang all day nigga ( somebody help me out ) Representin for the west ( somebody help me out ) Gyeah [ chorus ] Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) Representin for all the thugs ( I don't wanna be here ) For all the thugs rest in peace The real g's Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) You know how we do it ( I don't wanna be here ) Representin for the west Hoo bangin affiliance Compton Gyeah ( somebody help me out ) ( somebody help me out ) ( somebody help me out ) ( I don't wanna be here ) ( somebody help me out ) ( I don't wanna be here ) |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
[Intro]
Gyeah Westside Somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here Westside So I'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit And I'ma do this right here For all my cpt g's in the house Check this out [Verse 1] As my life takes a twirl I say fuck the world 'Cause sometimes it seems That it's all a bad dream Pops must have fucked with moms On the scheme But sooner or later He left our 2 man team But fuck him Times done changed I'm in the game And I bring moms pain 'Cause the game is slangin' caine Cries from my eyes as I hits the street Pounds in the chest tha heart beats As I roll with heats Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit Until he skipped across town With another bitch to stick Stuck moms one more times Then dropped a dime And on top of that Had a son same age mine But, uhh, don't blame me 'Cause lord I try not to Have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die' But now I rebel and cause moms hell And hit the blocks 'Cause I'm into makin' illegal mail Gyeah [Chorus] If you keep your hood tight Everything's gonna be alright If you're down then you can ride with me It's thicker than water baby Me and you It's thicker than water baby So what we goin' do [Verse 2] Now I runs with a gang That hoo-bangs for fame And crosstown robberies know tha nickname Leave 'em dead in they shoes As we servin the blues G's that pack tools pay dues to rule So it's cool they dumps and we dumps back Me and my g's and the 6-4 black Layin 'em flat rata-tat-tat From the gat and shit We represent why'all hit the bricks When the pistols spit And I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool I slang for cash while she hit the books in school I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool Undercover drive off strapped with the tool But I slipped then packed my clip My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop But they still didn't shoot Gyeah [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3] I made it to deuce-5 baby and that's luck In this rap shit to try to make some bucks (Ching , ching) Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher A little bit younger but then bit rougher They been tellin me To watch out for jealousy 'Cause now a friend of me was a enemy Strange the game done changed switched Ain't that a bitch With the rivals makin some change In and outta lanes in the passenger seat Me and you and our crew strapped with heat Outta town runs for funs no beef We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf But payback's a bitch in the end you know And she sets up traps 'Cause she snatch for dough Let it go no come up your last trick 'Cause my brother's got my back When the shit gets thick Gyeah [Chorus: x2] |
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from Mc Eiht - Section 8 (1999)
[Intro]
Gyeah Westside Somebody told me They want some of that thug shit up in here Westside So I'ma take ya back down memory lane And give ya some of that wicked shit And I'ma do this right here For all my cpt g's in the house Check this out [Verse 1] As my life takes a twirl I say fuck the world 'Cause sometimes it seems That it's all a bad dream Pops must have fucked with moms On the scheme But sooner or later He left our 2 man team But fuck him Times done changed I'm in the game And I bring moms pain 'Cause the game is slangin' caine Cries from my eyes as I hits the street Pounds in the chest tha heart beats As I roll with heats Pops wasn't around but for a minute or shit Until he skipped across town With another bitch to stick Stuck moms one more times Then dropped a dime And on top of that Had a son same age mine But, uhh, don't blame me 'Cause lord I try not to Have an attitude like 'fuck him until I die' But now I rebel and cause moms hell And hit the blocks 'Cause I'm into makin' illegal mail Gyeah [Chorus] If you keep your hood tight Everything's gonna be alright If you're down then you can ride with me It's thicker than water baby Me and you It's thicker than water baby So what we goin' do [Verse 2] Now I runs with a gang That hoo-bangs for fame And crosstown robberies know tha nickname Leave 'em dead in they shoes As we servin the blues G's that pack tools pay dues to rule So it's cool they dumps and we dumps back Me and my g's and the 6-4 black Layin 'em flat rata-tat-tat From the gat and shit We represent why'all hit the bricks When the pistols spit And I had a straight bitch and shit, that's cool I slang for cash while she hit the books in school I live and die for the hood, she knew the rule Love for this thug when the world would seem cruel I crips where the enemies dwell but I'm no fool Undercover drive off strapped with the tool But I slipped then packed my clip My hoodrat tripped and didn't scoop But they still didn't shoot Gyeah [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3] I made it to deuce-5 baby and that's luck In this rap shit to try to make some bucks (Ching , ching) Seems like the gang bang thang got tougher A little bit younger but then bit rougher They been tellin me To watch out for jealousy 'Cause now a friend of me was a enemy Strange the game done changed switched Ain't that a bitch With the rivals makin some change In and outta lanes in the passenger seat Me and you and our crew strapped with heat Outta town runs for funs no beef We all hit licks and blows the chronic leaf But payback's a bitch in the end you know And she sets up traps 'Cause she snatch for dough Let it go no come up your last trick 'Cause my brother's got my back When the shit gets thick Gyeah [Chorus: x2] |
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from Mc Eiht - Death Threatz/ Featuring Cmw (1996)
Geah Geah C'mon geah (right) C'mon I comes from the depths of hell Where - killin' niggas roam Illegal mobile phones, 4-5's and 9's: that's chrome Abbreviated sets is where they macks Crack sales in stacks Government pay no taxes If one times roll through they get hit up No bullet proof vest protects that chest Blood gets spit up (geah) You can't believe it like Aids with Eazy Fools be droppin when I be Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah) Damn why the fuck do they live like that? How come Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (I don't know) Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don't know) standers Intimidate niggas who can't stand us (geah) So baby don't be caught nappin' In clubs, we scrappin on blocks We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right) The way you livin' ain't worth a fuck (geah) We straight thuggin' it up c'mon (geah) Somebody say Geah Somebody say Geah (that's right) Somebody say We straight thuggin' it up C'mon nigga I walks around with the glocks all day Puttin in work that Compton way (Compton) Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out One time comin fast(geah) I hear the cluck shout, but uh... It's too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash Cause ain't no future in this frontin Corners I bend to get more ends (geah) On fools I'm dumpin' And to my homies I got clout Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son? Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun |
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from Mc Eiht - In My Neighborhood (2000)
[eiht]
Geah Thug shit, nigga G's in the y-2-k Hey, what can I say? (geah) Hoo-bangin's official, nigga And right now we gon' do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa) Geah, that's makin' me wanna do some of that evil shit (west side!) Check it out [eiht] Feel a little gust of wind so I jet This real nigga dwells from compton, no shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it Y'all niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks Land of the green weed and cars that ? ? ? ? hops Don't stop - packin' my heat and beretta Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!) It's a done deal when I hit you run way Y'all niggas must be gay, smilin' and shakin' How this bitch greed shakin' up money, we keep mention Never fakin' the funk, punk, I pops the trunk 4-5 hittin' yo' body, takin' a big chunk, geah Till I die nuthin' but makin' cheese Till I die tryin' to come up on ki's Till I die nuthin' but guns and weed Till I die givin' you just what you need [eiht] Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga But I'm kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers Till my dying day I lay away Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay Guilty conscience? never me! Last night nigga done caught a felony Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc! Shake down cause these niggas f**kin' with yours Get in where you fit in even if it's a back door Or the window, tie up the ho', where's the scope? Trying to hand me you popped, you're booked, I want more Lock down for me on the bus downtown Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah Chorus... [mack 10] Till I die is gon' be h double o B-a-n-g-i-n fo' sho' Niggas never thought that they would ever see me With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the c-p-t We be kickin' in do's, sweevin' 4-4's Shovin' 30 clips in a fully mack 1-0's So as the clock tickin' - and the plot thickens We be juggin' up sherman - and rockin' up chicken (what you need, nigga? ) Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch And bust on the muthaf**kin' neighborhood watch My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 rover I be a millionaire thuggin until it's all over I take a ice cold 40 of cristal and what they servin' Me and a persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin' doja while we swervin' Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga Chorus... |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Yo Geah Yo Half Ounce in the house, what? Check it out, check it out Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit, geah We got the ho's locked down Half Ounce in the house It's like this Mon Diggi Yo Stick 'em [MON-DIGGI] My visions outta focus cause I lit the hocus-pocus All I'm leavin' for you vultures is a couple of cockroaches Mon-Diggi split your wiggy - probably incidental When I rape your instrumental but we gon' keep that confidential I really can keep a secret but you tellin' lies Hesitant to represent You like a bitch in disguise Talkin' about you need a trend so you can wet the tough guyz And suspense is your evidence, lay it to scuff guys Must I - do the cappin', I would love to keep rappin' But I heard you always packin' and bitch-made when it come to scrappin' Mon-D, sinister M.C. is X-fac'in' Lookin' for your captain so I can smack and P.D. wack him My tactics are more than just bad bitches and back Shiiit, Jackie Chan would fuck around and get his ass blasted Stupid bastard - Diggi blessed the session Niggas in my section are lookin' for some new direction [EIHT] Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We gots the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on payin', don't give a fuck what you sayin' Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit Only West Side allowed and we won't get hit We gots the ho's locked down from town to town And we keep on playin', so fuck what you sayin', geah -a |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Heeeyyy Uhh Half Ounce in yo mouth Check it out Half Ounce in the house Chrous: Bring the yellow tape nigga FOSHO Playa hatas infiltrate us niggas HELL NO Fools ready to die Don't be afraid Bring your gun and your sac cuzz we under attack Verse 1: Takes no chances End with up that least circumstances Keeps a cool composure One time's takin those glances Who be's your enemy on the evilest team, Racketeerin all your C.R.E.A.M., Havin your worst bad dreams, Pesos for all the amigos and the sistas, How ya likin us now, Competitas gon' bow, Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner, Keeps my hand in the pie like little Jack Horner, SOLDIERS on my left right ready to die, Infiltraters six feet keeps our head to the sky, Its a cold cruel world tryin to watch my back, Got these cold ass thugs ready to ride and jack, SHIIT!! For the paper, Street Dreams and all, Best be ready to hit the doo' when the one times call, Gots the picture its still for the money son, And if you're bailin' through Compton you betta bring a gun, Chrous: 2x Verse2: Boom Bam I deliever my blow it could be fatal, Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy, Maybe with some prctice you can fade me, But I doubt it, Picked up the Compton time and read about it, How my crew makes the front page in a rage, In a live concert blowin blunts on stage, People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed to the maximum capacity, People comin from far and near, To get a glimpse of these gang-bangers, playas and pimps, check it out, When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair, Straight chronic smoke up in the air, So get it straight nigga, Boom-Bam and Eiht nigga,(GEEYYAA), Peeped yo' game from the start nigga, We know you fake nigga, We gots to keep a close eye fools under our backs, Lock the gates sound the guns cuzz we under attack. Chrous:2x Verse3: Mc Eiht Betta' watch out for the murder I wrote, Black super spokes black stars and a black leather coat, On a mission, Dead presidents I gots to stackin, Enemies can't see the ya-ya in my jacket, Best raise up before I set it off on G.P., First rule if you tryin' to bring harm to me, Felony case catcher to the first degree, Like the ginger bread man yall can't catch me, On the run stilla nigga held no jail cells, Keeps two steps ahead, No traces for feds, Phone taps instead, On the celluar phone, Dumb as fuck cuzz they don't know the number was called, Outta the country, D.A. on the payroll yall, Me and a little senortia on my side the black heater, Sweeter than the rest, Paid pounds at gate sippin, While shippin to the U.S.A., Chrous:3x |
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from Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994)
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 mo |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
No camouflage, better get the mirage Soul Assassins squad straight from the garage Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play First dream: where's the cream so I can parlay Ain't no joke - ugh - and no mistakes allowed Crack packs flips, uh, while I moves the crowd Po-po be stoppin' the low-lows, fo' sho' those Hate to see me, too blind like Stevie Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' M.A.S.H. Boom Bam keeps the stash locked, son, you know the real ?Four punks layin in your bumper?, so you're best to jump Bird thumps the fo' do' S-S, no stress D.A., no deal, uh, no contest False arrest like Al Capone and Elliott Ness You better be protected My barrel starts ejectin Reflectin on your past life as you pass through On your way to your second life, bitch, fuck you When all hell breaks loose When all hell breaks loose Everybody duck down when all hell breaks loose All my niggas gon' shoot when all hell breaks loose (Check it out) Shoot 'em up, oh, shoot 'em up, oh yeah Straps on our laps cause we just don't care Be the stick-up kid Look what I done did One times is hot, so I best stay hid Y'all don't know the story Be a hero and die for the glory Do-re-mi The C.P.T.'s the plantation That's hot and Nigga straight servin' the cotton Equal opportunity, no discriminatin' Serves the china white to whoever is waitin' Ain't no debatin' No player-hatin', son So best to run fast or get shot of the M-1 Watch out for the back stabbers, indeed But the evil takes over, in your eyes is greed I feel it, gotta kill it, the enemy is close-aca |
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from Mc Eiht - Last Man Standing (1997)
Hey (c'mon) To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out) (check it out) We 'bout it Gettin' that paper We 'bout it Check it out Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight These songs to do wrong so fuck being right Late nite hype's the fiends Nobody serves 'em better to the letter We gets the chedder To the way back days Where the Half Ounce lays Gun tucked by the nuts As the one time struts Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin' to get caught around here Be another nigger locked up for the next 10 years No Shapiro, no ?Sapino?, big bambino Roulette spends 20 G's in the casino Hits the blackjack decked in Armani (In a 9-6-5 I'm Clyde, my bitch is Bonnie) Too sweet Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper Takin' you there like the Staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors You can't see me, nobody I trust Only the Half Ounce smokers get no cheese like us I said do you got paper? Check it out I said we got paper, no doubt uh Get your scrilla anyway you can Floss around town, bitch who's the man... To the days When I used to keeps my stash in the bush Nowadays be clientele with parents that push In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straight Ok, who gots the pick-up? Bitch touch down at 8 My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing It's payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing Dollar bills y'all And me throwing away pleas Fools got me too fucked up thinking snaps grow on trees Ain't no government given away free cheese And the bitch going through anything that floss on these D's Better watch out cause t |
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