• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Set Trippin' - MC Eiht
• Hold Up - MC Eiht
• Niggaz That Kill (Endolude) - MC Eiht
• Kind of Pimpish - MC Eiht
• All For The Money - MC Eiht
• Under Attack - MC Eiht
• Tough Guyz - MC Eiht
• 'Till I Die - MC Eiht
• Thicker Than Water - MC Eiht
• Can I Still Kill It? - MC Eiht
• Take 2 With Me - MC Eiht
• Strawberriez -N- Cream - MC Eiht
• So Ruff - MC Eiht
• Run 4 Your Life - MC Eiht
• Return Fire - MC Eiht
• Represent - MC Eiht
• Once Upon a Time n' the Ghetto - MC Eiht
• Nuthin' But The Gangsta - MC Eiht
• Murder at Night - MC Eiht
• Living N' Tha Streets - MC Eiht
• Late Nite Hype Part 2 - MC Eiht
• When All Hell Breaks Loose - MC Eiht
• Who's Tha Man - MC Eiht
• Hard Times - MC Eiht
• III Tha Hood Way - MC Eiht
• My Life - MC Eiht
• Hubtouchablez - MC Eiht
• Must Be Murder - MC Eiht
• Me & My Bitch - MC Eiht
• Lunatic - MC Eiht
• Love 4 Tha Hood - MC Eiht
• Got Cha Humpin' - MC Eiht
• Goin' Out Like Geez - MC Eiht
• Git Money - MC Eiht
• Flatline - MC Eiht
• All Around the Hood - MC Eiht
• Def Wish IV - MC Eiht
• Def Wish III (Intro) - MC Eiht
• Ain't Nuthin' 2 It - MC Eiht
• Dayz of '89 - MC Eiht
• Compton Bomb - MC Eiht
• Collect My Stripez - MC Eiht
• Caution - MC Eiht
• Automatic - MC Eiht
• Killin Nigguz - MC Eiht
• Tha Way We Run It - MC Eiht
• Niggaz Make the Hood Go Round - MC Eiht
• Tha Business - MC Eiht
• Killin Season - MC Eiht
• Wavin The Pistol - MC Eiht

Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Check it out
In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
For the 9 to the 6
Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs
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 ]
Set trippin
Them niggas are flippin
Got a gang of guns
So you gots to run(2x)
[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
Straight thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a fuck
Anybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)
Geah, that's how we do it, straight clownin
9 mill gat I'm packin, keep frownin
Fool, cause it ain't no thang
Fresh chuck t's with the fat-ass strings
You gets my point, khakis saggin
Cause of the gat full of fuckin hollow points
(watch out now) that ass gon' get shot up bad
(that's right) that ass gon' get a shot-up pad
I hope your mama ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep
Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin damn game
Catch my gang affiliation
And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation
Fool, so you better run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum
[ chorus ]
Nigga
Mc eiht in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Boom bam in the house
Take 2 to your mouth
Nigga
[ verse 3: boom bam ]
It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me
I'ma clean example how this nigga became a gee
At the age of 15 I got tatted up
That's when my punk-ass enemies got gatted up
With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness
So pass me a light, so I can spark this
Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black head
Don't smoke lley, but I crack heads
And for the niggas that don't believe, I gots to show em
That I don't trust a muthafucka far as I can throw him
Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs
Up in muthafuckas heads, leavin em for dead
Cause shit is gettin drastic
I had my gat, so I blasted
Now you're wrapped in plastic
And labelled with the toe tag
I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin with no mo' drag
(see ya) so you're best to run
Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum
Word
What the fuck
Geah
The notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters
Comtpon all day
We don't play
(try to deal with it)
[ chorus ]

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

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 & Bird in the muthafuckin' house
My nigga Ric Roc in this bitch
C.M.W. back in the house for the 9-4
We in it to win, motherfucker, it's do or die
Don't fuck around with Eihthype, it's suicide, nigga
How'd you figure we hold the trigger and let you slide?
Murder raps like I step, we hit when we hoo-ride
You knows that, when we rep, homeboy, I thought you knew
Caps get peeled when we chill, it's the West Side, fool
Like a dope fiend I steal to your fuckin' jaw
Left connects, then I switch to the southpaw
You gets the boom ping ping
Listen to yo' motherfuckin' cranium crane
And as you fall down you see the barrel of my gat
You get a chill
For fuckin' around with niggaz that kill
Uh geah
We in the motherfuckin house
For the 9-4, nigga
Killin'em off
Niggas that kill, uh
Buck buck, nigga
You gets fucked by niggas that kill
We pack that muthafuckin' steel
Niggaz that kill, geah
Mc Eiht is a nigga that kill
My nigga Slip is a nigga that kill
Boom Bam and Chill is niggaz that kill
Lil' Hawk & Bird quick to grab the steel, niggas that kill
My nigga Ric with the bomb, a nigga that kill
And niggas from Compton, niggas from Compton
You know how nigga from Compton do it
Geah
Niggaz that kill
Buck buck
Buck buck
You gets fucked by niggaz that kill

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 you likin' me now, geah, hey, geah
I know the story's all the same
But the names have changed so y'all can peeps my mission
Nigga gone off the weed
Tryin' to feed with speed and take my damn position
Get my buck on, watch a nigga get the fuck on
While he stabbin'
I'm laughin'
My nigga just got his duck on
Lovin' it so it must be right can't be wrong
With a pocket full of stones
Rib bones and greenery, that's blown
Home grown, watch your tone
Homeboy you can't be from round here
Westside 'bout it 'bout it, we blowin' chronic all year
No fear
For all the niggas and bitches in short skirts
Don't fuck around, represent the town, nobody gon' get hurt
More work, birds fly with ease, steady cluckin' cheese, you know?
And y'all can't fuck around cause we dodge from 5-0
If you knew
Then I guess it's your time to straight go
While you layin' in the ground, I creep around and fuck your ho'
I thought you knew
About this time
We gotta get money
I gotta get mine
Chorus...
Come on y'all
Half ounce in the house one time
Come on y'all, hey
X-fact's in the house two times
Come on y'all, hey

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
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
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
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
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
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours
I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours

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 'causez 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 it's 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 'causez 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 y'all 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 'causez 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.,

Geah
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
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
[boom bam]
We got problems that you wouldn't believe
The world is filled with hatred, player haters and greed (geah)
And I can't lie - cause we all done took part in it
And ain't no pointin' no muthafuckin' fingers of who done started it
You gotta be down for your get down
You gotta be ready to put your hit down
Then ready to split your grip down (geah)
The middle - gotta be fair
Signs posted in the hood, all niggas beware, now check it
(check it out)
One time can't maintain no order
They the ones gettin' checked, need a restrainin' order (chin chin)
Against niggas like me that's on the warpath
So get your umbrellas ready because the forecast is gloomy
My extra large t-shirt be roomy
For the gat that I pack, new jacks that wanna do me
L.a. is the place where punks die quick
(half ounce is the click you can't fuck with)
[eiht]
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'...
Criminal minded's the kingpin, I starts my lootin'
Killin' these bitch-ass niggas when I starts my shootin'
Hundred miles and runnin' stops from the cops
In the back seat hops as I starts to pop
Givin' a fuck, got the extra clip in the under cover
Blast with the ski mask, blame it on another
Old dirty e from the c-p-t
Still kill from c to shine m.c.
Deadly catastrophe
Competition, compete it's costly
Killing you softly
Holes in your body with the shotty (boom boom)
Where's the party, it's killin' any - body (geah)
Ho's turn silly like the ? ? ?
Evil stunts like ? ? ? packs my piece
Before I escape, uh
Eiht ain't done yet
Kill 'em all
And ride into the sunset
Don't be comin' around my way with that tough guy shit
Only west side allowed and we won't get hit
We got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so 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 got the ho's locked down from town to town
And we keep on playin' so fuck what you sayin'
Geah
Come on
Half ounce in the house

[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 fuckin' 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 muthafuckin' 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

Gyeah, Westside, somebody told me
They want some of that thug shit up in here
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
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 the 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
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 gonna do
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 y'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
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 gonna do
I made it to Deuce-5, baby and that's luck
In this rap shit to try to make some bucks
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
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 gonna do
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

Geah
The nigger ho's is back in this muthafucka
Mc Eiht, DJ Slip, Half Ounce, Eihthype
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 even feel it
But fuck it, I'ma still kill it
Geah
And that's how it goes down in the 94
Like my nigga Doggy Dogg say:
We don't love them hoes!
And like my nigga Too $hort say:
I give you a bitch before I give you a joint
And like my nigga Ant Banks say:
Bitch, I'm only out to fuck
Geah
And it's going down like that

[intro]
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
1/2 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
[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 gas
Bam dropped the mask and hit the side door kinda fast
One 5-0 that I killed
Jumped on the motherfuckin metro to my nigga chills
[verse 3 ]
Ain't no takin me to jail no bail no wonder
Kill 'em all cause the motherfuckin hood took me under
Uhh , one-times won't give me no juice
Heard the barkin , yes they let the dogs loose
Uhh , runnin like a motherfuckin strap with the mack
But I ain't that lucky
Caught one in the leg and in the damned back
Now bleedin like a stuck pig
But I keep bellin "fuck you bitches" is what I'm yellin
I make it to chills and tell him he'd pack quick
Give me some ammo cause one-time's is on my dick
Mellin cum cause eiht ain't had enough
Bring them body bags , fool fuck they handcuffs
Ya'll goin down I thought I told ya
Caught one thru the shoulder of my coat
So I bust 'em in the fuckin coap
The bullets flyin they tryna hit me , they might get me
But fuck 'em imma take 2 with me
Gyeah
Ain't no love bitch
Mc eiht , dj slip , 1/2 oz. niggas on the run
Lil' hawk'n burn we killin 'em off

Geah (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
Regulators
Paper chasing
Real niggas standin on the ave, 24-7

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, fuck
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 fuckin 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