Do this muthafuckin' shit right though
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We in the muthafuckin' house
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Geah
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In the muthafuckin' house
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Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house
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Boom Bam, Tha Chill
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MC Eiht in the house
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And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah
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[THA CHILL]
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I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk
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Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
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Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
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For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
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Muthafuckas best to run and duck
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Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck
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Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola
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Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller
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I got my heat on the front of the seat
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Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
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Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1
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Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung
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So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
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And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
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Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
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Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
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Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
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Or better yet chalk 'em up
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I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
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Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga
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1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga
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Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill
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We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill...
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Boom Bam in the house
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Where you from nigga?
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[BOOM BAM]
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I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N
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Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin
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One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
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Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper
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Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at
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Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at
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Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars & Sense
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I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga
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Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick
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Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit
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So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
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Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at
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You best to watch your back
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Cause I be creepin' through your hood
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Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
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Just hopin' that I see you
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To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
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Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas
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Geah, cause we them killin' niggas
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Chorus...
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[EIHT]
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Don't be slippin' on this side of town
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Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down
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And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this
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You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty
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Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga
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Nigga how'd you figure?
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You better be diggin a bigger ditch
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Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped
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I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
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Geah, fool
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Original Baby Gangsta
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I'ma pull
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My shit
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Then watch - it spit
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Ooh, the fire
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The hollow points flyin'
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Hear the screams of your bitch
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While you dyin' (geah)
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Lyin' on your back
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Tryin' to get ????
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Never seen a man cry
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Until he seems dead
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As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
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Better dash before your dead
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By these killin' niggas
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Chorus...
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Geah
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In the muthafuckin' house
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The Eihthype thugs, uh
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Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin'
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????? to the 9-6
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We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh
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Don't fuck around know I'm sayin'
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C'mon sayin'
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Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets
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Killin Nigguz
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MC Eiht |