featuring Spice 1 Redman
Intro: MC Eiht
Geyeah we in the motherfuckin house
Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe
Verse One: MC Eiht
It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper
It's do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
Spice 1 come down
Verse Two: Spice 1
I am a G, yes I'm only a G
Walks like a G, talks like a G
So A to the motherfuckin K
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
Dash, the
