[Introducing..]
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I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide
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Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside.
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Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote.
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Aint no jack move fool so please don't
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demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete
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and just like a girl, get freaked.
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It's the big 91 and Eiht's coming.
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Compton criminal fool so start running.
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And please stop biting my stuff,
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as the rhyme gets rough you done had enough
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of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla.
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And pistol whip a weak busta.
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Suckers run up and get slapped.
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Damn, I thought you was smarter then that.
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Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping.
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Microphone is kept as the murder weapon.
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I'm straight Checkn 'Em.
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(scratching: Check this out... X4)
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No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow.
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Hard fools, drop your gaurd.
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No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep.
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Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap.
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And if I have to show, like Rambro,
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and snap a neck with some Compton effect.
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And get buck wild sucker.
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And serve em all like cluckers.
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You just cant hang with your weak style.
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You slip right off a the pile.
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To me your just another pretender.
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So wave the white flag, boy surrender.
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And if you a female species.
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Tryin to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapours, walk in
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papers, see you later
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You little crooked alligator.
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You gets no juice,
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and if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose.
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You can't handle the format.
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Punk, I'll use you as a doormat.
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I'm straight checkn em.
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(scratching)
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I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned.
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as the MC Eiht steps from the underground.
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A villain from the city under seige.
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Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze.
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I'm breaking them off proper.
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And taking no B.S. from a copper.
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Fools on my tip keep sweating me.
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And trying to gank my Compton melody.
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You can't withstand the powerful blow.
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From a brother with a def wish [huh?].
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Others I smother and change their description.
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Wait a minute did I mention
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that I flow punk fools with one swing.
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Bow down to the Compton king-
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pin, the record spins and that spells the end
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for you my friend.
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I'm straight Checkn em.
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(scratching)
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Lets get our scraps on boy
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and the Eiht'll destroy.
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And play you just like a toy.
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Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp.
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I thought so wimp.
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I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps
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for the violence in my raps.
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gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip
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geah, but thats cool.
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I give em a count backwards 10 to 1.
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Then they tale is done.
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I give up no slack
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because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack.
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Now I'm back to attack.
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And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack.
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So come on, come on, cause Eiht and Mike'll keep deckn' em.
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Geah fool, straight checkn em.
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(scratching)
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Straight Check'N Em
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Compton's Most Wanted |