MC Eiht - Compton 4 Death lyrics

rate me

Geah

One two, one two, uh

(Compton 4 death...)

And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one

Y'all don't hear me up in here

Geah

Half Ounce one time, stick'em

Represent

Eight years ago a friend of mine

Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes

So I said this rhyme I'm about to say

I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way

Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground

And everybody heard about the Compton sound

Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes

To the baby kids making the hood grow

Can you feel me? Gotta make my pay!

To the niggas that wanna kill me: I don't play!

Walk this way, no foul play I'm N 2 deep

One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps

Sometimes makes me wanna holler

How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?

Nuthin' to lose, I choose to get a rep

Step, yep nigga, Compton 4 death, hit me

Compton 4 death...

Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this

Representin' Eazy E's Compton city G's

My buckshots put holes in your truck windows

Another casket closed as the church choir blows

Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap

Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap

Gotta get your - mean green to spend

Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend

To the Westside connect with these gangsta threats

Commence to represent them Compton streets

My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)

The murder I wrote with intent to die

To the pen cause I'ma do you in for the killin'

Straight to hell and back, big black mack

I'm strapped

On the daily, Compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep

Compton 4 death

Compton 4 death...

Geah

One two one two, stick'em

Half Ounce in the house, c'mon

One two one two, geah

Half Ounce in the house, c'mon

One two one two

How the fuck we do it

Represent

Follow E down the road to the terror dome

A-Wax keep totin' my fucking chrome

Takin you to the year two thou'

How you like me now?

Keep servin' you with the pow

No time to think, my instinct's do or die

When I ride for the West Side nuthin' but high

Bitches don't cry

It'll be some other sad love shit

Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit

Pay attention while I mention how I been payin' dues

Since boulevard and corduroys and high school

When bitches talk shit we straight pump

When Bloods and Crips commence to chalk 'em

Givin it to you, the real deal now you know

Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow

Sittin on top of the world, s'yep

C.M.W. no love, Compton 4 death geah

One two one two stick'em

Half Ounce in the house stick'em

Compton in the house stick'em

And all y'all butt-naked lick'em

Geah

And that's how the fuck we do it

Representin' the West

Geah