Do muthafuckin' shit right though We in the house In the house Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' Boom bam, tha Mc eiht in the And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots,
[tha I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip Buckin' in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now lookin' nervous, uh Muthafuckas to run and duck Cause that named chill still don't give a fuck Niggas be shot up with the pistola Call me chill but not that known as a cold chiller I got my on the front of the seat Fuck a cop, anybody when a nigga gone off the bop gun on the run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, gang And we can get in the and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a ditch, ah Fool I'm the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, Or better yet 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell what the fuck? Don't be thinkin' you gon' a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga
Ain't nuthin' but niggas that kill We ain't but them niggas that kill... bam in the house
Where you from
[boom I'm the c to the o to the m to the p to the t to the o to the n be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin One hitter quitter, sleeper Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, is getting deeper wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, your ass to the west side of compton that's where we chill at Cause I don't a fuck about dollars & sense I'm backin' my nigga eiht at hundred and nine percent nigga Cause I swear to God I'm gonna quick Cause when you with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthafucka, that's you'll find me at You best to watch back Cause I be creepin' through hood Every other loaded with my fuckin' gat hopin' that I see you To blow a in your ass so big that I can peep through Cause when we cool, we calm, we chillin' niggas Geah, cause we killin' niggas
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Don't be slippin' on side of town Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass And i'ma clown like krusty when I this You let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like when I pull my trigga how'd you figure? You better be diggin a ditch Fo' sho' just that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship quickly sets up shop Geah, Original baby I'ma My Then - it spit Ooh, the The points flyin' Hear the screams of your While you (geah) Lyin' on back to get ? ? ? ? Never a man cry he seems dead As I pump 2 more up in that ass dash before your dead By these killin'
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In the house The thugs, uh them killas niggas know I'm sayin' ? ? ? ? ? to the 9-6 We're back full of for your bitch-ass nigga uh fuck around know I'm sayin' C'mon Geah, true thugs from the muthafuckin' steets