(don't around...) In the house To the 9 to the 6 Compton in bitch, uh And we in muthafucka lookin' too greedy This goin' out to all the hub city players it out
Gang way cause I'm but a killer A nigga kill, that's real gon' steal to your jaw Fuck the We go to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) It seems that you talk much trash but i'ma be like to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself time the notorious 1-59 You goin be feelin kinda nervous we pass you ride full of holes when we blast you Got no stripes at all Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they fall sucker Better duck ah, buck ya you like a clucker, punk muthafucka You hang with the greatest heavy weights Niggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and So fool get your flip on, trip on Better on Before I get my on Geah, bitch, And I'm just tryin' to my stripes
(don't around...) Eihthype in the nigga Young prod in the house Westside in the
prod] A east side Gots to put it down for the I'm G'd up, up the hood (gangsta) The got problems in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah) Leanin' out the window deuce-five, Givin a fuck ike turner Corner, one times at the In my big homie on d's (c'mon) Since all about the hood I'm jumpin out with the heat, Hit block and stop, I'm in traffic Breakin with the strap Call me a A b.g. bustin caps for But now it's I wish I had a plastic And now we Muthafucka brains and I'm a bastard It ain't nuthin but When you dealin the evil side Caps get And still to the g how it is Collectin'
(don't around...) big baby, geah... And ain't nuthin but the in here I said once again my friend Niggas in this muthafucka lookin' too Geah, watts up rat big We in the muthafuckin house,
Punk mutherfuckers act up How can you speak when you got no back up? I guess we got bitch in the c.p.t. Tryin to represent but worth nine cent Niggas need to get cut down to Puttin permanent marks they mutherfuckin eyes To be or not to be killed is the I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and You silly - billy hit that high note As I your throat Can't it, goddamnit! ram it Any time, any place janet I'ma serve you like flow and mel's Then break your like some china knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone Scaredy cats need to get ass on We rolls like bowling balls your block with the glock like house calls (geah) So don't be fuckin with the when I'm buzzed Geah, right and I'm tryin to collect my stripes
Nigga, uh Eihthype in the muthafuckin Like I once again my friend It ain't over the fat bitch spit And she spittin shit Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the To the six, y'know I'm sayin? Fuck all you fools out there we ain't nuthin but the true blue gangstas From the hub city y'know I'm West hoo-ride all day and we don't play Eihthype in the house, erb