Compton 4 Death Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Compton 4 Death Lyrics

    Geah
    One two, one two, uh
    (compton 4 death...)
    And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one
    Y'all don't hear me up in here
    Geah
    Half ounce one time, stick'em
    Represent

    Eight years ago a friend of mine
    Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes
    So i said this rhyme i'm about to say
    I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way
    Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground
    And everybody heard about the compton sound
    Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes
    To the baby kids making the hood grow
    Can you feel me? gotta make my pay!
    To the niggas that wanna kill me: i don't play!
    Walk this way, no foul play i'm n 2 deep
    One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps
    Sometimes makes me wanna holler
    How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar?
    Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep
    Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me

    Compton 4 death...

    Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this
    Representin' eazy e's compton city g's
    My buckshots put holes in your truck windows
    Another casket closed as the church choir blows
    Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap
    Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap
    Gotta get your - mean green to spend
    Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend
    To the westside connect with these gangsta threats
    Commence to represent them compton streets
    My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom)
    The murder i wrote with intent to die
    To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin'
    Straight to hell and back, big black mack
    I'm strapped
    On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep
    Compton 4 death

    Compton 4 death...
    Geah
    One two one two, stick'em
    Half ounce in the house, c'mon
    One two one two, geah
    Half ounce in the house, c'mon
    One two one two
    How the fuck we do it
    Represent

    Follow e down the road to the terror dome
    A-wax keep totin' my fucking chrome
    Takin you to the year two thou'
    How you like me now?
    Keep servin' you with the pow
    No time to think, my instinct's do or die
    When i ride for the west side nuthin' but high
    Bitches don't cry
    It'll be some other sad love shit
    Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit
    Pay attention while i mention how i been payin' dues
    Since boulevard and corduroys and high school
    When bitches talk shit we straight pump
    When bloods and crips commence to chalk 'em
    Givin it to you, the real deal now you know
    Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow
    Sittin on top of the world, s'yep
    C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah

    One two one two stick'em
    Half ounce in the house stick'em
    Compton in the house stick'em
    And all y'all butt-naked lick'em
    Geah
    And that's how the fuck we do it
    Representin' the west
    Geah

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