歌手:MC Eiht
专辑:《Section 8》

作曲 : Aaron Tyler/L. Holbdy
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 ******
Somebody told me
Mc eiht is back with that thug ******t
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 ****** break of dawn
Sendin ******s' 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 ****** another tragedy
Pops in the clip and slips the automatic
Anybody killer i gat it stay tatted
******s them high class i like em hoodratted
When the shells slide they panic
****** 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 mutha******as like i was john randall
I blows out your spot like a candle
I ******s you up mutha******a like i was rambo
[ verse 2 ]
Easy as it comes i can handle the drama
I bucks givin a ****** and high off marihuana
Sendin your body through some mutha****** 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 mutha****** regulator
The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator
The violator the mutha******a 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 ****** 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 ****** cash drawer your hands goes up
Close up shop ****** 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
******s 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 ****** lay down
Anyway you bring it i want it
Gun-totin killin mutha******a 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