Mc Eiht - Caution lyrics

Gyeah Gyeah We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods These real CPT G's please show no love Compton Compton In this b**h Somebody told me Mc Eiht is back with that thug sh** Compton Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all day to the f**in break of dawn Sendin n***as' bodies to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me k**er for reala my n***a another tragedy Pops in the clip and slips the automatic Anybody k**er I gat it stay tatted f**s them high cla** I like em hoodratted When the shells slide they panic n***a straight static Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy I rolls through goes through such and such The angel of d**h meets you time to touch Mind of a lunatic quick to handle Sackin muthaf**as like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I f**s you up muthaf**a like I was rambo [ VERSE 2 ] Easy as it comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a f** and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthaf**in trauma I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama Common sense you make your a** hit the fence Run fast or catch the consequence My straight aim I got it with confidence The sticky situation I make it intense The instigator the muthaf**in regulator The quick to dump the shells in the a** of a infiltrator The violator the muthaf**a with heat Let me see if you can beat it from across the street I'mma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap I'm a rockabye n***a cos your a** asleep I'mma show you the way let these real G's play Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray [ VERSE 3 ] Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up Y'all know when the f**in cash drawer your hands goes up Close up shop n***a the hood's in town Hand over the money and don't make a sound Doomsday no parlay no politickin We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin n***as in black coats with black nines Dig into your body and catch the flatline Your mama cry over your body at funeral time Gang related one-time reported the usual signs Hot crimes k**in who dropped dimes Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow The big payback have a n***a lay down Anyway you bring it I want it Gun-totin k**in muthaf**a from compton's most wanted Lifestyles of the ghetto foul Music to driveby in my dash when I style 100% gangsta steady servin Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin Gyeah