(spice-1)
Damn eiht
What the f** we gonna do now?
(mc eiht)
I don't know homeboy youknowi'msayin?
But i'll tell you like this
We gonna bust some a** for the ninety-three shot
(spice-1)
Right, these motherf**ers don't understand
We ain't from around here
(mc eiht)
That's all right youknowi'msayin?
Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowi'msayin?
Compton meets the motherf**in bay town n***a
So step the f** off this youknowi'msayin?
My n***a spice get with em
(spice-1)
Ya see i'm nothin but a mac-10 shooter
k**er man looter on the creep with the glock
Got it co*ked picidy pop
I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone n***a
Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger
Motherf**in flash backs of n***a's bodies rip
From the ak blast on that a** hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f**in flo'
It's the goddamn murda show
Starring a n***a in black wearin a weed hat creepin low
And co-starring is a psycho motherf**er
He grew up in compton bustin caps at the cluckers
His name is mc motherf**in eiht
He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin n***as like a steak on a plate
So n***a get your popcorn and peanuts cause we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a n***a murda at the murda show
(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
(mc eiht)
n***a shut your f**in trap, yeah your punk a** is sure
Sure that they sew when i peel your cap
The slide the slick, s** my dick
No mistaking i bring home greens, f** the bacon
The big black neck getting motherf**ers sprung
They'll be put in the trash by this compton tongue
Eiht, spice-1, kickin much a** for fun
Ain't nothin but some n***a sold the one
Fools need to stay the f** down
They can't hang when we bang from compton and the bay town
It's like the last dance or your last chance
When i reach in for the strap in my f**in pants
I ?pump? dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said
Even your skinny a** dead, i can't sleep cause it's time to go
Fool or i'll be late for the murda show n***a
(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the n***as that i glock
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock
(spice-1)
Step in to the torture chamber n***a let me torture
Hangers on your motherf**in back bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic madmen dead body chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another motherf**er
Slangin to the ba** head b**hes in the alley
k**in for my motherf**in money in recally
My n***a mc eiht will make the getaway drive
I got the gat hangin up out the motherf**in ride
n***as be getting the duck sit f**in with the player, sprayer layer
n***a out with the shout of the t-t-tech, mic motherf**in check one
Stabbin n***as up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns
My uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump
The motherf**in hollow head his chest thump, thump
And all the n***as leave his bloody body in the dust
One-n***a dead seventeen caps bust
That's how the n***as do this sh** where i'm from
Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb
I got the glock and i'm headin for the liquor store
Me and eiht are two-eleven at the motherf**in murda show
(chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht)
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock
A to the motherf**in k
187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show)
Yeah, and you ask me to stay the f** down
Bangin from compton and the bay town
(mc eiht)
Yeah, come on
Uh, spice-1 and mc eiht
And that eases the nine youknowi'msayin?