Spice 1 - Nuthin' But the Gangsta lyrics

[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***as 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' ho [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***as 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***as 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 [Hook] 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 proof a** n***a from the Bay Run up because uh my gat's quick, to slap sh**, pistol-whip they a** I'mma do the blastin, Eiht you get cash and Dash, the f** out the cut Fifty bullets up in the next n***a that's how we runnin up I pulls my hat to the back and I slide when a motherf**a peelin his cap Pick out my nine millimeter uzi -- barrel chrome, handle plastic So k**amatic k**amatic, k**aman k**aman with me Glock Piggedy pop motherf**a, watch em drop, motherf**a Just a G, comin' up out the Bay with a fat AK Put it in your face and split your wig n***a, zag to zig n***a Disrespect me I'mma bank ya Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherf**in East Bay Gangsta [Hook] [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!! [Hook] [Verse Four: MC Eiht] Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor Bailin with my starched 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'mma violate probation No one gave a mad f** about me Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB Pops boned 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 buyin' from 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***as on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn Nuthin but the gangsta (4x) Geyeah