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Do this muth*fkin' s**t right though
We in the muth*fkin' house
Geah
In the muth*fkin' house
On The Run in the muth*fkin' house
Boom Bam, Tha Chill
MC Eiht in the house
And we know your muth*fkin' residential spots, geah
THA CHILL
I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
muth*fkas best to run and duck
Cause that nigg* named Chill still don't give a fk
be gettin' shot up with the pistola
Call me Chill but not that nigg* known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
fk a cop, anybody killa when a nigg* gone off the bop gun
On The Run, hah, click number 1
Got them steady swngin' and the girls straight sprung
So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
nigg* figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fk?
Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigg* slippin' with your s**t nigg*
1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigg*
Ain't nuthin' but them that kill
We ain't nuthin' but them that kill...
Boom Bam in the house
Where you from nigg*?
BOOM BAM
I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N
be poppin' that s**t and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin
One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
Rock-a-bye b*tch nigg*, s**t is getting deeper
b*tch wanna know where us that kill at
Well, bring your as* to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at
Cause I don't give a fk about Dollars & Sense
I'm backin' my nigg* Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigg*
Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick
Cause when you fk with my nigg* then it's some real s**t
So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
Come to the new muth*fka, that's where you'll find me at
You best to watch your back
Cause I be creepin' through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fkin' gat
Just hopin' that I see you
To blow a hole in your as* so big that I can peep through
Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin'
Geah, cause we them killin'
Chorus...
EIHT
Don't be slippin' on this side of town
Where the notorious, victorious, put that as* down
And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this
You can't let off cause that s**t is too rusty
Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga
nigg* how'd you figure?
You better be diggin a bigger ditch
Fo' sho' just watch that as* get popped
I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
Geah, fool
Original Baby Gangsta
I'ma pull
My s**t
Then watch - it spit
Ooh, the fire
The hollow points flyin'
Hear the screams of your b*tch
While you dyin' (geah)
Lyin' on your back
Tryin' to get ????
Never seen a man cry
Until he seems dead
As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
Better dash before your dead
By these killin'
Chorus...
Geah
In the muth*fkin' house
The Eihthype thugs, uh
Just them killas know I'm sayin'
????? to the 9-6
We're back full of tricks for your b*tch-ass nigg* uh
Don't fk around know I'm sayin'
C'mon sayin'
Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muth*fkin' steets