Mc Eiht: Killin niggaz

Do this muthafuckin' shit right though We in the muthafuckin' house Geah In the muthafuckin' house Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house Boom Bam, Tha Chill MC Eiht in the house And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah [THA CHILL] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh Muthafuckas best to run and duck Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the front of the seat Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang And we can get in the street and throw them thangs Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah Fool I'm holdin' the trigger Finger got the itch, uh, stitch Or better yet chalk 'em up I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga 1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill... Boom Bam in the house Where you from nigga? [BOOM BAM] I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars & Sense I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at You best to watch your back Cause I be creepin' through your hood Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat Just hopin' that I see you To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas Geah, cause we them killin' niggas Chorus... [EIHT] Don't be slippin' on this side of town Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga how'd you figure? You better be diggin a bigger ditch Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool Original Baby Gangsta I'ma pull My shit Then watch - it spit Ooh, the fire The hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch While you dyin' (geah) Lyin' on your back Tryin' to get ???? Never seen a man cry Until he seems dead As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass Better dash before your dead By these killin' niggas Chorus... Geah In the muthafuckin' house The Eihthype thugs, uh Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin' ????? to the 9-6 We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh Don't fuck around know I'm sayin' C'mon sayin' Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets