Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Streiht up Menace , by - MC Eiht. Release date: 06.11.2000
Song language: English
Streiht up Menace |
| Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot |
| MC Eiht’s in the motherfuckin house. |
| gyeah |
| And it ain’t nothin but a compton thang y’all |
| And we ain’t nuttin but niggas on the run |
| And this goes out to my niggas. |
| gyeah |
| A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am |
| It’s got me in the state where I don’t give a damn, hmm |
| Somebody help me, but nah they don’t hear me though |
| I guess I’ll be another victim of the ghetto |
| Ain’t no escapin, cause I’m way too young |
| Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung |
| Scheamin off the top, pops never figured |
| That he’d go down by the hands of another nigga |
| Now my pops is gone and that ain’t no good |
| Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood |
| And where’s the role model? |
| Niggas putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle! |
| Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain |
| They done drove my moms insane |
| So I guess I gotta do work so I ain’t finished |
| I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah |
| Uhh, come on y’all |
| Streiht up menace |
| Now I’m of age, and livin in the projects |
| Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks |
| I’m Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder |
| That the motherfuckin hood would take me under |
| Gyeah, I’m kickin it with the homies and they got the straps |
| Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin |
| See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mac |
| Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back |
| Now he’s got the strap to my homie’s head |
| See him play that shit cool, and don’t be a fool! |
| He shot my nigga in the fuckin head |
| I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn’t run I was dead |
| Now I’m layin in the hospital bed |
| Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red |
| Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain’t finished |
| Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah |
| Uhh, whassup y’all |
| Streiht up menace. |
| damn! |
| Really. |
| really |
| Streiht up menace. |
| damn! |
| I’m in too deep |
| I done killed a motherfucker and I just can’t sleep |
| One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep |
| And on top of that |
| Niggas after me for fuckin one of they hood rats |
| I ain’t got time for the fuckin bitch’s story |
| Niggas want me gotta come to my territory |
| And ain’t no 'You Can Get the Fist' |
| Niggas come, and they get done on they own risk |
| What is it all about? |
| Should I leave or should I stay cause I don’t wanna punk out |
| Oh what should I do? |
| The homies say |
| 'The hood’s where it’s good, homeboy, I thought you knew' |
| So in the process to show the hood my best |
| No time to react, caught two in the chest |
| Now look who’s down, I guess I’m finished |
| I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah |
| Uhh, come on y’all |
| Streiht up menace. |
| damn! |
| And on and on |
| I guess we outta here |
| Peace to my niggas on the run |
| And it ain’t nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn! |
| Just like I said before y’all |
| It ain’t nuttin but a compton thang |
| And MC Eiht’s in the house for the 93 shot |
| And this one’s for the niggas, gyeah |