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Damn
the fuck we gonna do now?

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

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

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

of a lunatic on a steel trigger
Motherfuckin flash backs of nigga's rip
From the ak blast on that ass point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the hit the fuckin' flo'

It's the goddamn show
Starring a nigga in black wearin' a weed hat low
And is a psycho motherfucker
He up in Compton bustin' caps at the cluckers

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

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

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

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

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

Fools need to stay the down
They can't hang when we from Compton and the bay town
It's the last dance or your last chance
I reach in for the strap in my fuckin' pants

I pump' dead then the scene is fair nothin said
Even your ass dead
I cant sleep its time to go
Fool or I'll be late for the show nigga

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

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

in to the torture chamber nigga let me torture
Hangers on motherfuckin' back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic mad man dead chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another

Slangin' to the head bitches in the alley
Killin' for my motherfuckin' in recally
My nigga MC Eiht will make the getaway
I got the gat up out the motherfuckin' ride

Niggas be getting the sit fuckin' with 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 player haters wanna
The motherfuckin' head his chest thump, thump
And all the niggas leave his body in the dust
One-nigga dead seventeen caps

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

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

A to the K
187 proof ass from the bay
(Murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the down
from Compton and the bay town

Yeah, on
Uh, and MC Eiht
And that eases the
You know I'm sayin'