Geah
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MC Eiht and Chill up in this bitch
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The Eihthype thugs up in this bitch, geah
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Compton in this bitch
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And we running this shit like last year my friend, geah
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The Killers, check it out
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I gives a fuck where you from
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could give a mad fuck about your hood sign
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keep hittin' me up and you'll get tore up from the floor up (ping)
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you fake niggas need to peep
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you gone get hit talking that shit gone get yo' lip split
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I reach under my seat for the heat
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I bust a U-turn and see your ass dash 'cross the fuckin street
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I see you a busta so I start to clown (right)
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cause if you was a G you would have stood yo' ground uh
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but geah it's kinda difficult to stand
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your ground when them killers got a strap in his hand
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point it at yo' dome cause you got that wrong color on
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you better be hitting that gate real fast or be a shot up ass
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but i'ma still hit your block with it cocked
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i give a fuck about nuthin, a 159 niggas dumpin (geah)
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so don't look dumb
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and don't act dumb when we come nigga, fuck where you from uh (geah)
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Ain't nuthin' but the killers on this side (that's right)
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Ain't nuthin' but the killers on that side (that's right)
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Ain't nuthin' but the killers in the front, killers in the back
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Strapped with macs
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On a mission down Compton Boulevard (geah)
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some niggas rolling up slow looking too hard (they some bustas)
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they some bustas (that's right)
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and geah not to mention
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my hood is on my hat if them fools payed attention (West Side)
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hand on my 9 cause I go for broke (geah uh)
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peep out the corner of my eye through the endo smoke
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but what do you know it's another gang story
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some fools done slipped and entered the wrong territory
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I told fools about hitting me up with they signs
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I guess I gotta hit they ass up with the fuckin 9
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pump 2 slugs in the side of their door
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and they probably tryin' to figure what i'm dumpin for (geah)
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you don't remember me? well I remember you!
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when and your crew tried to roll through the fuckin loop
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now take 2 to your dome
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and don't look dumb when we come nigga fuck where you from uh
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Chorus...
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Desert Eagle in the stash and we swervin'
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me, Bam, Chill, Little Hawkin Bird, Da Foe in the suburban (West Side)
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six deep to the party
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putting out hits on niggas like Mr. Gotti (geah)
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leave the straps in the truck cause they'll goin pat down
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we steps in with evil looks, you better scatter clown (geah what up)
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ain't nuthin but 159 to the 4
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punk motherfuckers what is you starin' for? (geah)
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I guess it's time to start thumpin'
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open up to the truck
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come back with the mac and baby start dumpin'
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you gone catch some slugs and watch this
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scenes look like some
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niggas in the mist
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but I guess we got to of y'all
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for all y'all, the funeral call
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I don't give a damn where you from nigga, geah
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Fuc Your Hood
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MC Eiht |