Mc Eiht: Niggaz make the hood go round

Geah Eihthype in the muthafuckin house MC Eiht, DJ Slip Half Ounce in the mutherfuckin house It all starts in them muthafuckin streets with the shooting up, bang bang From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out Compton gangs From they mommas to they daddies to they grands Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands And living in Compton you can't deal with the hassle Uh, living in Compton one time's tryin' to gaffle Uh, living in Compton boy you better think fast Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on D's Do or die is the motto that we strive to live Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids From every hood to block to park to street You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat One for all, all for one is how we go down Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round That's righ, geah Niggas make the hood... geah... go You know... The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know From my homies down in Watts to the G's in Chicago (hey what's up homeboy?) What's up? And everybody's up on the gank It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank Real G's come in all shapes and sizes Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop) And now your shit outta luck Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah) Caps get peeled with this hot ass A.K. Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days A place where there's about a million night stalkers Gangsta walkers, muthafuckin' shit talkers Throw your straps in the air when you hear the sound (yeah) Niggaz make the muthafuckin' hood go round Geah Niggas make the hood... go You know Damn the hood is kinda hot (say why) Just heard one of the fuckin homies got shot (shit) And we don't need it cause it's some shit that we just went through At Martin Luther King guess who we ran into The enemy, no friend of me, homies grab your straps (what's up?) In the waiting room it's time to peel some fuckin caps And ain't no losin cause we already lost The homie from the hood so they asses get tossed And ain't no cowards from my camp, so homie let's dump Fill they ass full of holes right after we stomp That's the way it happens, the way I'm sayin' Fool, niggas from the old school ain't playin (geah) You got beef? Muthafucka that's cool (you got beef?) Say hello to the mutherfuckin tool (what's up man?) We cap yo' ass so ya know you're goin' down Niggas make the mutherfuckin hood go round (geah) Geah Niggas make the hood... go You know Geah Geah And this is going out to all the real Compton niggas, geah You know what I'm saying And you can't stop the muthafuckin' bum rush Half Ounce in the muthafuckin' house, geah And we puttin' it down for all the real Compton niggas y'know I'm sayin Ain't no faking homeboy Eihthype's in this bitch for the 94 MC Eiht, DJ Slip, Boom Bam, Tha Chill, my homeboy D.U.I., Lil Hawk & Bird Y'know I'm sayin, geah And this is how we doin in, you know I'm sayin And peace to all the real Compton city G's Yo Willie, take me outta here Yeah what's up, geah Eihthype's in this bitch