[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin
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Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin
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Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart
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Cause I give it my heart
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Hard to understand why the fools keep trippin
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Ladies on my jock, cause they want me to take a dip in
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The ocean, geah, I cause commotion
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Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
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You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
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To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
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Compton is the city, you want us to description
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Eiht and Chill puttin suckers in a painfull position
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So back up, slack up, before I just tack up
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Any soft new jack, I just rack up
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Throwin up the 'W' as I bail
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Eiht is down as fuck - no, hard as hell
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I give up nothin
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[ VERSE 2: MC Eiht ]
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I caught you, give up the confession
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Eiht'll put your ass in a state of depression
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You're kinda angry cause you're jocked by none
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Try to voice your opinion, get smoked by the gun
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Conflict you pick, you dick
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Your strategy apalls with a subordinate clog
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Despite the fact that I'm a criminal
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Deliver the wild cause I'm the pinnacle
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Just like a hologram to find out that you're hollow
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MC Eiht is the leader you follow
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Rhymes that flow, I never practice
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Pray for help, but you suckers try to whack this
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I stake my claim in the lyrics of humanity
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Put me on a stand and I'm claimin insanity
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The boy brutalize another soft-ass punk
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Need to calm my being nervous, so I hit the blunt
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I give up nothin
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[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
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I gotta get you hot in the last verse
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Complication of styles that are bust, it gets worse
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Eiht, the rider, the partner, the back-up
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Yo Slip, blow the beat, so we can stack-up
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Suckers on the tip with a fool attitude
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Slow your roll, don't make me get rude
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Cause if I get rude, I proceed to start jackin
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Never sweatin it, I'm known for packin
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I see you're kinda nervous cause I'm representin Compton
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What do you want, before I start stompin
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Take a sec, so you can witness the sound
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Never half-step in my path, because yo, I am down
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I'm more than a MC, a assassin
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In other words, Eiht is a black Charles Manson
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Waxin up suckers with the lyrics of one breath
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Kill em off till there's no one left
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I give up nothin
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I Give Up Nuthin
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