| Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
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| MC Eiht’s in the motherfuckin house. |
| gyeah
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| And it ain’t nothin but a compton thang y’all
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| And we ain’t nuttin but niggas on the run
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| And this goes out to my niggas. |
| gyeah
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| A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
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| It’s got me in the state where I don’t give a damn, hmm
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| Somebody help me, but nah they don’t hear me though
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| I guess I’ll be another victim of the ghetto
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| Ain’t no escapin, cause I’m way too young
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| Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung
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| Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
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| That he’d go down by the hands of another nigga
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| Now my pops is gone and that ain’t no good
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| Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
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| And where’s the role model?
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| Niggas putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
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| Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
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| They done drove my moms insane
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| So I guess I gotta do work so I ain’t finished
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| I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
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| Uhh, come on y’all
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| Streiht up menace
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| Now I’m of age, and livin in the projects
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| Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks
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| I’m Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
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| That the motherfuckin hood would take me under
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| Gyeah, I’m kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
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| Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin
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| See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mac
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| Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
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| Now he’s got the strap to my homie’s head
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| See him play that shit cool, and don’t be a fool!
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| He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
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| I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn’t run I was dead
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| Now I’m layin in the hospital bed
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| Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
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| Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain’t finished
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| Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah
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| Uhh, whassup y’all
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| Streiht up menace. |
| damn!
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| Really. |
| really
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| Streiht up menace. |
| damn!
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| I’m in too deep
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| I done killed a motherfucker and I just can’t sleep
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| One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep
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| And on top of that
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| Niggas after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
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| I ain’t got time for the fuckin bitch’s story
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| Niggas want me gotta come to my territory
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| And ain’t no 'You Can Get the Fist'
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| Niggas come, and they get done on they own risk
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| What is it all about?
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| Should I leave or should I stay cause I don’t wanna punk out
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| Oh what should I do? |
| The homies say
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| 'The hood’s where it’s good, homeboy, I thought you knew'
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| So in the process to show the hood my best
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| No time to react, caught two in the chest
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| Now look who’s down, I guess I’m finished
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| I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah
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| Uhh, come on y’all
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| Streiht up menace. |
| damn!
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| And on and on
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| I guess we outta here
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| Peace to my niggas on the run
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| And it ain’t nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
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| Just like I said before y’all
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| It ain’t nuttin but a compton thang
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| And MC Eiht’s in the house for the 93 shot
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| And this one’s for the niggas, gyeah |