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Intro: MC Eiht
Geyeah, we in the motherfkin house
Eiht Hype in the motherfkin house, geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherfkin house
My on the Run in the motherfkin house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfkin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
Verse One: MC Eiht
It makes me want to jack motherfkers in the fog
Let them hood rat girls know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigg*, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfkin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad as* rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And girls can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the AK fill the fkin copper
It's do or die, motherfkers die
from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigg*
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
Spice 1 come down
Verse Two: Spice 1
I am a G, yes I'm only a G
Walks like a G, talks like a G
So A to the motherfkin K
It's your one-eight-seven crew as* nigg* from the Bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap s**t, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
Dash, the fk out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigg* that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfker-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherfker, watch em drop, motherfker
Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
Put it in your face to split your wig nigg*, zag to zig nigg*
Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfkin East Bay Gangsta
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on nigg*
Verse Three: Redman
Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
fk a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman b*tch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
black, huh!! I sn*tch the Beauty from the Beast
It's that funk deceased nigg* comin thru b*tch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
to a b*tch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)
Verse Four: MC Eiht
Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh as* Pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
fk it, I'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad fk about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the Trey on fkin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfkin gangsta in me, geyeah
Outro:
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 Oz in the motherfkin house
on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah