Lyrics: A. Patterson/A. Tyler/T. Mundy/R. Bacon Jr.
Music: A. Patterson/A. Tyler/T. Mundy/R. Bacon Jr.
(don't **** around...)
Geah
In the mother****ing house
To the 9 to the 6
Compton in this bitch, uh
And we in this mother****er lookin' too greedy
This goin' out to all the hub city players baby
Check it out
Gang way cause i'm nuthin but a killer
A nigga that kill, that's real
Eiht gon' steal to your
Mother****er jaw
**** the southpaw
We go knuckle to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah)
It seems that you talk much trash but i'ma be like rockets
Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop)
Bitches lookin' faulty, you done ****ed yourself this time
With the notorious 1-59
You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
Your ride full of holes when we blast you
Got no mother****ing stripes at all
Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon' fall sucker
Better duck ah, i'ma buck ya
Serve you like a clucker, punk mother****er
You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights
Bitches on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht
So fool get your flip on, you're trip on
Better skip on
Before i get my clip on
Geah, bitch, right
And i'm just tryin' to collect my stripes
(don't **** around...)
Mother****er
Eihthype in the house Mother****er
Young prod in the house Mother****er
Westside in the house
[young prod]
A east side ridah
Gots to put it down for the goods
I'm slangin'
G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
The homies got problems
Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah)
Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust
Givin a Mother****er like ike turner
Corner, one times at the light
In motion
With my big homie on d's (c'mon)
Since it's all about the hood
I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep
Hit that block and stop, i'm in traffic
Breakin with the deuce-five strap
Call me a classic
A b.g. bustin caps for stripes
But now it's drastic
I wish i had a plastic glock
And now we blastin
MuthaMother****era brains and thangs
Cause i'm a bastard
It ain't nuthin but killin
When you dealin with the evil side
Caps get peeled
And it's still to the g
That's how it is
Collectin' stripes
[eiht]
(don't **** around...)
Eihthype big baby, geah...
And ain't nuthin but the killers in here
Like i said once again my friend
Mother****ers in this muthaMother****era lookin' too greedy
Geah, watts up rat big baby
We in the mutha****in house, gea
Punk Mother****ers wanna act up
How can you speak when you got no shit back up
I guess we got Mother****er Mother****ers in the c.p.t.
Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent
Mother****ers need to get cut down to size
Puttin permanent marks under they mother****in eye
To be or not to be killed is the question
When I lay slugs in they mother****in chest an
You lookin silly - billy
Don't hit that high note
As i slit your throat
Can't stand it, goddamnit!
I'ma ram it
Any time, any place like janet
I'ma serve you like flow and mel's diner
Then break your fragile-ass like some china
Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Scaredy cats need to get that ass on
We rolls heads like bowling Mother****er
Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
So don't be ****in with the crew when I'm buzze
Geah, right and i'm just tryin to collect my stripes
Mother****er, uh
Eihthype in the mother****in hous
Like i said once again my friend
It ain't over till the fat Mother****er spit
And she ain't spittin Mother****ert
Cause we ain't spittin' Mother****ert but the nina
To the mother****in six, y'know I'm sayin
Mother****er all you fake-ass fools out there
Cause we ain't nuthin but the true blue gangstas
From the hub city y'know i'm sayin?
West side hoo-ride all day
Mother****er and we don't play
Eihthype in the mother****in hous, erb