Intro: mc eiht
Geyeah, we in the motherf**in house
Eiht hype in the motherf**in house, geyeah
1/2 oz in the motherf**in house
My n***az on the run in the motherf**in house
Lil hawk and burn in the motherf**in house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
Verse one: mc eiht
It makes me want to jack motherf**ers in the fog
Let them hood rat b**hes know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a n***a, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherf**in, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your a**, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad a** rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And b**hes can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
n***az got beef cuz eiht hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, i've been packin
Fool i slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the ak fill the f**in copper
It's do or die, motherf**ers die
n***az from the compton streets so don't even try, n***a
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x)
Spice 1 come down
Verse two: spice 1
I am a g, yes i'm only a g
Walks like a g, talks like a g
So a to the motherf**in k
It's your one-eight-seven crew a** n***a from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap sh**, pistol-whip they a**
I'ma do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
Dash, the f** out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, n***a that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-motherf**er-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say k**amatic,k**amatic,k**amatic,k**aman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherf**er, watch em drop, motherf**er
Just a g, comin up out the bay with a ak
Put it in your face to split your wig n***a, zag to zig n***a
Disrespect me i'ma bank ya
Cuz i'm nuthin but a motherf**in east bay gangsta
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on n***a
Verse three: redman
Check it out
Oh my god! i destroy cities like the blob
Droppin trunks of funk and i blast a punk from here to cape cod
f** a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original joe pex flex, redman b**h you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to japan with jams
I'm from the jersey section and i keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects i dissects
But i pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! i snatch the beauty from the beast
It's that funk deceased n***a comin thru b**h so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus i'm not friendly
To a b**h-a** whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pa** the bone so i can get lifted
And a head can get blown when bronx pa** the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show i'm serious
The gangsta means i'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!!
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (8x)
Verse four: mc eiht
Hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
Just touched down from san quentin
Hand me that fresh a** pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But i do it, no hesitation
f** it, i'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad f** about me
Since the age of eight i roamed the halls of lb
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when i could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the trey on f**in gold d's
Nuthin but the motherf**in gangsta in me, geyeah
Outro:
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the motherf**in house
n***az on the run, lil hawk and burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah