Geah, uh
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In the muthafuckin house
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Is you with me...
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For the 9 to the 6
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Bitch
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Eihthype in the house
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The thug niggas in the house
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Compton in this bitch, uh
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Is you with me?
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Is you with me?
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Cause these niggas...
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I was raised on the fucked up side of town
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Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs
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Pops wasn't around, nigga pulled a skip to my loot
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In the midst of the shit what the fuck to do?
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No Mercedes Benz (that's right)
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Moms used to cluck a lotta fuckin ends (that's right)
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But a young nigga needs the green in this day and age
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Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge
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But now fools tryin to trip
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My little homie named Sis say you best not slip (watch out)
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I hear some fools say you got too much shit
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I look at them niggas and say you don't know who you fucking with
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Just watch your back for them skan'less pack of niggas
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On me and my seven man crew, they wanna pull the trigger
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But we on a quest for niggas that's dealin (that's right)
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Son, it's either drugs or killin, c'mon
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Is you with me? Is you with me?
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Cause these niggas straight killin for life
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Geah
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Damn they done got my nigga (shit)
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But before he killed off he told me who pulled the trigger
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(geah, right)
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Lying in my arms dying, what is this?
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And I'm thinkin' I gots to handle my business
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Gots to get my hands on my gat
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But my G's say: nigga please we'll handle that! (we got that!)
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As they procede to put the hit down
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I hooks up with this big boss across town (ping)
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He pullin' all kinds of schemes to get the green like robbin trains
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But now me flips all them snips to gets to stacking caine
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Sets up shot on your block to clock ends (that's right)
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And I heard your big homey went straight to the pen
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I heard One Time done found his straps
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Snatch one of my little locos for the murder rap (check it out)
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We gon' get you out cause ain't no stoppin
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Something just got to be poppin from all this drugs and killin
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Is you with me? Is you with me?
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Cause these niggas straight killin for life...
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Eihthype in the house
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Compton in the house
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Geah, nigga
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10 years passed and I got fat pockets
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Niggas be trippin I grabs the Glock and then I quickly lock it
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Business is boomin and the birds still flying south
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I guess it's time to get my muthafuckin homie out
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Moms is tryin to tell me to quit
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And my girl is gettin pissed cause she's tired of the shit
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I got fools at my back door tryin to buck
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But I'm that killin-ass nigga who don't give a fuck
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Now my long time rival is tryin to break me down
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Done kidnapped my man, goddamn
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He said he want the keys
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But that punk-ass nigga can't get none of these (pop pop pop)
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To get my homie back I bust his cap
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And now my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah)
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My crew's back on swoll and we chillin
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We rolls around and we get top billin
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Geah, back on top, don't know if I'ma stop
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This muthafuckin' drugs and killin
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Is you with me? Is you with me?
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Cause these niggas straight killing for life...
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Geah
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Is you with me?
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Geah
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Uh, c'mon y'all geah
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Drugs & Killin
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| MC Eiht |
