| Kniggety-Knock, Kniggety Knock, knock, knock,
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| punk guess who’s back, geah its that Compton Nigga.
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| How’d you figure?
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| That I’d give your ass the first jump,
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| Sorry fool, The Eiht dont sleep chump.
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| Some want me to stop with the violence.
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| Some say, take a code of silence.
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| But you’ll get the mutherfucking middle finger
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| Cause Eiht won’t be no rap-pop singer.
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| Now you still want me to flip flop
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| Straight black no
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| >From the depths of hell as I bell,
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| Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well
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| get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt,
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| then peel your cap back sorry punk.
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| Back in your shit so here we go.
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| Mutherfuckers hit the floor.
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| Shiggety Shits gonna hit the fan Jack.
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| When I’m blunted off the mutherfuckin chronic sack.
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| Geah, So hit the floor when I cock the gatt.
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| Bloods goin’spill when I rat-tat-tat.
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| Bitches scream, niggas yell,
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| 3 days later left is a fucked up smell.
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| Coming from the Compton psycho.
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| Can you fuck with me? |
| I dont think so.
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| I got the mind of a lunitic
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| and I’ll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick.
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| And take that shit to the bank.
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| So on the way the Eiht can gank.
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| And my style aint friendly often,
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| Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin.
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| I dont think you can deal no more.
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| C-M-W say hit the fucking floor.
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| Punk ass nigga! |
| Back in your shit for the nine-duece to get loose.
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| Eihthype in the mutherfucking house… Geah. |