Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin'
house... yeah
And it ain't nothin' but a Compton
thang y'all
And we ain't nuttin' but
niggaz on the run
And this goes out to my niggaz... gyeah A fucked up childhood,
is why the way I am
It's got me in the state where I don't
give a damn, hmm
Somebody help me,
but nah they don't hear me though
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain't no escapin',
cause I'm way too young
Pops is dealin',
and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin' off the top,
pops never figured
That he'd go down by
the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone
and that ain't no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the
homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggaz putting brew in my
fuckin' baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the
motherfuckin' pain
They done drove my moms insane
So I guess I gotta do work so
I ain't finished
I grow up to be a straight up menace,
yeah
Now I'm of age,
and livin' in the projects
Gettin' paid off the clucks and the
county checks
I'm Fil-ia fresh fresh outta high school,
never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin' hood would
take me under
Gyeah, I'm kickin' it with the
homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store,
owned by the fuckin' Japs
See a bitch in the right lane so
I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin'
jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to
my homie's head
See him play that shit cool,
and don't be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the
fuckin' head
I caught one in the shoulder,
if I didn't run I was dead
Now I'm layin' in the hospital bed
Thinkin' about them punk motherfuckers
and my eyes is bloodshot red
Yeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished
Be on the look-out for for the straight up menace,
yeah
I'm in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I
just can't sleep
One-Time's tryin' to to do a smooth,
creep
And on top of that
Niggaz after me for fuckin'
one of they hood rats
I ain't got time for the
fuckin' bitch's story
Niggaz want me gotta
come to my territory
And ain't no "You Can Get
the Fist"
Niggaz come,
and they get done on they own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause
I don't want to punk out
Oh what should I do? The homies say
"The hood's where it's good,
homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show
the hood my best
No time to react,
caught two in the chest
Now look who's down,
I guess I'm finished
I go out like a straight up menace,
yeah
Uh, come on y'all
Straight up menace, damn!
And on and on
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggaz on the run
And it ain't nuttin' but straight up menaces,
damn!
Just like I said before y'all
It ain't nuttin' but a Compton thang
And MC Eiht's in the house for
the 93 shot
And this one's for the niggaz, yeah
