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Damn
What the fuck we do now?

I don't know homeboy you what I'm sayin' but I'll tell you like this
We gonna bust some ass for the ninety-three
Right, these motherfuckers don't we ain't from around here
That's all you know what I'm sayin'

'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts you know I'm sayin'
Compton meets the bay town nigga
So the fuck off this you know what I'm sayin'
My nigga spice get 'em

Ya see I'm nothin' but a shooter
Killer man looter on the creep the glock
Got it cocked pop
I cold shot when the cop drop gone nigga

Mind of a lunatic on a trigger
Motherfuckin backs of nigga's bodies rip
From the ak on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the fuckin'

It's the murda show
a nigga in black wearin' a weed hat creepin' low
And is a psycho motherfucker
He grew up in bustin' caps at the cluckers

His is MC motherfuckin' Eiht
He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin' niggas a steak on a plate
So nigga get your and peanuts 'cause we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a nigga murda at the murda

A to the K
187 proof ass nigga the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga Compton that's stompin'
up off my jock with the fools that I glock

A to the K
187 ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my with the fools that I glock

shut your fuckin' trap, yeah your punk ass is sure
Sure that they sew when I your cap
The slide the slick, suck my
No mistaking I bring home greens, fuck the

The big neck getting motherfuckers sprung
They'll be put in the by this Compton tongue
Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' ass for fun
Ain't nothin' but nigga sold the one

Fools to stay the fuck down
They hang when we bang from Compton and the bay town
It's like the last dance or your last
When I reach in for the in my fuckin' pants

I pump' then the scene is fair ain't nothin said
Even your skinny ass
I cant sleep its time to go
Fool or I'll be late for the murda show

A to the K
187 ass nigga from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock the niggas that I glock

A to the K
187 proof ass from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton stompin'
Raise up off my jock the fools that I glock

Step in to the torture chamber nigga let me
Hangers on your motherfuckin' bring ya scorcher
mad man dead body chucker
Quick to pull the on another motherfucker

to the bass head bitches in the alley
Killin' for my cash in recally
My nigga MC will make the getaway drive
I got the gat hangin' up out the ride

Niggas be getting the duck sit fuckin' the player
Sprayer nigga out with the shout of the t-t-tech
Mic motherfuckin' check one niggas
Up in the lungs the caps with bloody guns

My uzi's got my back if haters wanna jump
The motherfuckin' hollow head his thump, thump
And all the niggas leave his bloody body in the
One-nigga dead seventeen caps

how the niggas do this shit where I'm from
Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb,
I got the glock and I'm headin' for the store
Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherfuckin' show

A to the K
187 proof ass from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and it's the from Compton that's stompin'
Raise up off my jock or you might get the

A to the K
187 proof ass nigga the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the fuck
Bangin' from Compton and the bay

Yeah, on
Uh, Spice-1 and MC
And eases the nine
You what I'm sayin'