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Mc Eiht

Mc Eiht

Caution

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Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real CPT G's please show no love
Compton
Compton
in this b*tch
Somebody told me
Mc Eiht is back with that thug s**t
Compton
Check it out

VERSE 1

My mindstate too late it's been gone
Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong
I hustle all day to the fkin break of dawn
Sendin ' bodies to hell like sadam
Appetite for destruction corruption
To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin
Always into something you heard of me
Killer for reala my nigg* another tragedy
Pops in the clip and slips the automatic
Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted
fks them high class I like em hoodratted
When the shells slide they panic
nigg* straight static
Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy
Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy
I rolls through goes through such and such
The angel of death meets you time to touch
Mind of a lunatic quick to handle
Sackin muth*fkas like I was john randall
I blows out your spot like a candle
I fks you up muth*fka like I was rambo

VERSE 2

Easy as it comes I can handle the drama
I bucks givin a fk and high off marihuana
Sendin your body through some muth*fkin trauma
I can dump the d*mn body you can scream for mama
Common sense you make your as* hit the fence
Run fast or catch the consequence
My straight aim I got it with confidence
The sticky situation I make it intense
The instigator the muth*fkin regulator
The quick to dump the shells in the as* of a infiltrator
The violator the muth*fka with heat
Let me see if you can beat it from across the street
I'ma knock your d*mn noodles cos your talk is cheap
I'm a rockabye nigg* cos your as* asleep
I'ma show you the way let these real G's play
Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray

VERSE 3

Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up
Y'all know when the fkin cash drawer your hands goes up
Close up shop nigg* the hood's in town
Hand over the money and don't make a sound
Doomsday no parlay no politickin
We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin
in black coats with black nines
Dig into your body and catch the flatline
Your mama cry over your body at funeral time
Gang related one-time reported the usual signs
Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes
Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes
Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow
The big payback have a nigg* lay down
Anyway you bring it I want it
Gun-totin killin muth*fka from compton's most wanted
Lifestyles of the ghetto foul
Music to driveby in my dash when I style
100% gangsta steady servin
Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin
Gyeah

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