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