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O Dawg from Menace II Society
"Oh nigg* guess what!
Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be kickin it at
Down with a 187?"
EIHT
Eeerrr...
Geah
Geah
In the muth*fkin house, fool
For the 9 to the fizive-O
The Eihthype thugs in the muth*fkin house
Geah
And like my nigg* E-40 say:
We got a colloseum of muth*fkas in here
Tha Eihthype thugs
C.M.W.
N.O.T.R.
Lil Hawk & Bird
Da Foe
I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot
Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fkin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
When the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you sayin
Cause from 159th ain't playin
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block
Mass hysteria, your b*tch-ass gettin scarier
Don't wanna catch the slug
But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this
Report your homies for domestic violence
For beatin your b*tch as* up and down the block
Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass
O Dawg from Menace II Society
"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
s**t it ain't that hard"
EIHT
I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met
The story that you told was some fake bulls**t
It was me and Chill my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral
It was you and then about five of y'all hangin
Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin
(Ain't nuthin but marks)
Approached me with your "P" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that
But I'm knowin I'm a nigg* you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin
David Blake: you fake as fk!
I mack your as* like a muth*fkin truck
I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I said before
Ain't nuthin but the ho on my d*ck
Little trick named Quik
Geah, quick to get fked one time
You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigg*, checks this
Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles
should've just told me that you was a mark and
I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park
(You know where we from)
Can't fade it, better fear it
Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fkin lyrics
Playin around with the hood you get got
Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got
You and that fake muth*fka who wrote your rap
My nigg* Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
No muth*fkin truce
Get the as* cracked over the dome with the fkin deuce-deuce
Don't make me have to act up
Cause you's a frail muth*fka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigg*, you fake
'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original Compton representin to the T
Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's
Go run right through you
And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast walkin
nigg*, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?
You ain't worth a penny
Never had a d*mn eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, three times
You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'
And if you wanna get with this you best to dash
Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass
West Side
Fool, you can't fk with the gangsta
Uh
Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?
I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass
9 to the fizive-0, fool
You can't fk with these killas
So stay the fk back
And rounds up your little homies and s**t
Cause we comes a 159 deep nigg*
True Blue from the streets
Wessyyyde