Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house. gyeah And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run And this goes out to my niggaz. gyeah A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung Scheamin off the top, pops never figured That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle! Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain They done drove my moms in-sane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder That the motherfuckin hood would take me under Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs} See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back Now he's got the strap to my homie's head See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool! He shot my nigga in the fuckin head I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead Now I'm layin in the hospital bed Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, whassup y'all Streiht up menace . damn! Really. Streiht up menace . damn! I'm in too deep I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep And on top of that Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist" Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk What is it all about? Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out Oh what should I do? The homies say "The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew" So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Streiht up menace . damn! And on and on I guess we outta here Peace to my niggaz on the run And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn! Just like I said before y'all It ain't nuttin but a compton thang And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot And this one's for the niggaz, gyea

Yeah, for sure nigga We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga For real Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out But ain't nobody wanna show us Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo Must have sowed a whole O up And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation But my niggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I'm out here thuggin' And now the DEA, they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane Double life, it got me ducking under covers I just wanna be legit man, shit man And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle Creeping under streetlights as a night child My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down Meanwhile, I'm in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?" Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy And fuck police, 'cause they killing you and killing me Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy? I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don't be heroic You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it A real solid street nigga, never been extorted You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn't be recorded Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah Yeah Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us (Dolo and the pour up) (Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up)

Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine On the phone cussing out my baby mama She hate it 'cause I hang out with the killers and the robbers Got a house in California and I flooded it with choppers Met my plug and got a duffle bag of dope at Benihanas Taught my youngins how to wrap it up and pack and do it proper Took 'em shopping, got the car squatting down on Forgiatos You ain't fucking, you a friend zone nigga, you a Roger Freddie Kane still hang with the killers and the robbers 30 shots in the FN, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man, it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just a hit a lick up at the motherfucking brown house Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow Came in with them motherfuckers they can lay them all down Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow, yeah-yeah Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine Dope game, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just hit a lick and bought a motherfucking car lot Foreign things, old school, nigga pull them all out Pull up in some shit that blow the motherfucking wall out Foreign things, old school, nigga pull them all out I'm a Pitbull at the stove with the raw, dog Got him bending corners with the hard and the soft ball Neighbors at my momma door, he say he wanna talk, dog Everyday buy a bag of hard and the soft ball I just, I just hit a lick on some Dominicans in Nap town Had 'em pissed, I'm working from New York and laid 'em all down Got 'em for some yayo and a brick of Lil Bow Wow E-S to the G-N, man, these niggas 'bout to bow down, yeah, yeah Dope game hard Rap game, rap game easy than a motherfucker Diamonds on my motherfucking neck and wrist You see this shit is breezy than a motherfucker I get broke than a bitch Put my feet all in the dope game Chilling in my granny basement Probably dreaming 'bout some cocaine Dope game, fuck nigga Why you got a chopper, and you scared to bust nigga? Some nigga tried to kill me, man it's hard to trust niggas But my momma raised a drug dealer, not a fuck nigga I just, I just a hit a lick up at the motherfucking brown house Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow Came in with them motherfuckers they can lay them all down Hit a nigga for a half a brick of Lil Bow Wow, yeah-yeah