Goin Out Like Geez Lyrics by Mc Eiht

Goin Out Like Geez Lyrics

    Geah
    We in the muthafuckin house for the 94
    Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
    Geah
    Mc eiht and dj slip in the muthafuckin house
    Uh, compton in the house, nigga
    Compton in the house, fool
    Compton in the house, bitch
    Geah

    You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall
    You can bust me in the head with gatz
    But punk ass nigga i'll be back, geah
    You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
    Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
    Fuckin blood runnin down my back
    I pull the muthafuckin strap on the sneak attack, uh
    Load the hollow points into the hot glock
    Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block
    Don't give a fuck who's inside
    His little sis' caught the fuckin slug so i jumps in the g-ride
    Feelin cold as i look at the murder metal
    Hear the sirens so i hit the mutherfuckin pedal
    Tyres got to spinnin, i can see the smoke
    Could barely catch my breath as i start to choke
    Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back
    Damn that was wack
    Dip through the back streets so i can slide out
    The g-ride to my homie chills to hide out
    Dump the mutherfuckin glock, it was dirt'
    Bammed on my nigga door, damn chill heard me
    He opened up the door and i fell straight in
    Passed out for a second cause i lost my wind
    Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin breed and chill looked up and said:
    "damn eiht you bleedin!"
    Niggas they pulled the fuckin sneak attack
    Fucked around and caught 2 to the fuckin back, geah
    Niggas was buckin tried to put me down
    Some punk muthafuckas from across town, uh
    You won't be chalkin up one for your sorry set
    Ain't dead yet
    Just label me a deadly threat
    Get boom bam on the mutherfuckin phone
    Get the 19 shot cause nigga it's on
    I know the spot where them punk niggas chill
    Hit their hood with the big black steel
    I do it my way like m.j.
    Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk
    No time to think about it twice
    Leave these muthafuckas in traps and scatter like fuckin mice
    Boom bam meet me at the spot, i'm shot
    I don't give a fuck they gon' get got
    One time's on my dick, fuck it
    Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket
    Now the bullet starts to travel, i'm cold, i shiver
    But fuck it like the mail man i'll deliver
    I hoppes out the bucket and i'm bleedin bad
    But fuck it don't sweat it cause i'm too damn mad
    Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire
    Grabbed the 'k and kneeled down by the tyre
    They bust at me and i bust back
    Boom bam bring up the rear with the fuckin mac
    I buck one in the chest he start to beg
    "let me live"
    I slipped, caught one in the leg
    My nigga bam let the mutherfuckin mac spit
    Here comes tha chill over the fence, fuck this shit!
    I grabbed the 'k and kicked in the front door
    90 rounds spittin as i catch 2 more
    But i don't give a fuck about these
    Mark-ass niggas, we'll go out like g's

    Come on
    Compton in the house, nigga
    Compton in the house, fool
    Compton in the house, geah
    Compton in the house, bitch

    Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
    For the 94, geah
    My nigga slip in the muthafuckin house
    Half ounce in the house
    Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house
    And this is going out to all the compton g's, geah

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