Intro: MC Eiht
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Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house
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Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
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1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
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My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house
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Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
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And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
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Verse One: MC Eiht
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It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
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Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
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Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
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Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
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Hold my nuts and make my cash
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Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
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Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
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You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
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And bitches can't hang with the pack
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Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
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Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack
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And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
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Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
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Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
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Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
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Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper
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It's do or die, motherfuckers die
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Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
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You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
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Nuthin but the gangsta in me
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Chorus:
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Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
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Spice 1 come down
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Verse Two: Spice 1
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I am a G, yes I'm only a G
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Walks like a G, talks like a G
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So A to the motherfuckin K
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It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay
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Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
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I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
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Dash, the fuck out the cut
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Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
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I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
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Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
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Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
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Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
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Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
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Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
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Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
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Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta
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Chorus:
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Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
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Ha ha, come on nigga
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Verse Three: Redman
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Check it out
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Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
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Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
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Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
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The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod
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Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
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I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
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I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
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But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
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black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
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It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
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I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
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to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
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Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
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And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
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I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
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The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!
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Chorus:
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Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)
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Verse Four: MC Eiht
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Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
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Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
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Just touched down from San Quentin
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Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!
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It's nuthin but the gang, thing
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Makes me hit the corner and slang
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Board and quarter about a hundred times
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Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
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But I do it, no hesitation
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Fuck it, I'ma violate probation
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No one gave a mad fuck about me
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Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
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Pops thrown out never had a big brother
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Put on the set when I could pick the right color
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The homey put me down on a half a bird
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Turned it into key now they bomb for me
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Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's
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Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah
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Outro:
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Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
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Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
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And that's how it's going down
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That's how it's going down, uhh
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1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
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Niggaz on the Run, Lil |