Do this muthafuckin` shit right though
We in the muthafuckin` house
Geah
In the muthafuckin` house
Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin` house
Boom Bam, Tha Chill
MC Eiht in the house
And we know your muthafuckin` residential spots, geah
[THA CHILL]
I`m breakin `em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk
Hoo-bangin` with a pistol grip pump
Buckin` shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin` that lip service, now your lookin` nervous, uh
Muthafuckas best to run and duck
Cause that nigga named Chill still don`t give a fuck
Niggas be gettin` shot up with the pistola
Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1
Got them niggas steady swangin` and the bitches straight sprung
So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
Nigga figure he`s bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I`m holdin` the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk `em up
I`m tearin` up body parts, makin` it smell like what the fuck?
Don`t be thinkin` you gon` catch a nigga slippin` with your shit nigga
1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin` nigga
Ain`t nuthin` but them niggas that kill
We ain`t nuthin` but them niggas that kill...
Boom Bam in the house
Where you from nigga?
[BOOM BAM]
I`m from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N
Niggas be poppin` that shit and I`ll be sockin `em once up in they chin
One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper
Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at
Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that`s where we chill at
Cause I don`t give a fuck about Dollars & Sense
I`m backin` my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga
Cause I swear to god I`m gonna kill Quick
Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it`s some real shit
So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
Come to the new muthafucka, that`s where you`ll find me at
You best to watch your back
Cause I be creepin` through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fuckin` gat
Just hopin` that I see you
To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin` niggas
Geah, cause we them killin` niggas
Chorus...
[EIHT]
Don`t be slippin` on this side of town
Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down
And I`ma clown like Krusty when I bust this
You can`t let off cause that shit is too rusty
Better be breakin` like Trigga when I pull my trigga
Nigga how`d you figure?
You better be diggin a bigger ditch
Fo` sho` just watch that ass get popped
I`ll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
Geah, fool
Original Baby Gangsta
I`ma pull
My shit
Then watch - it spit
Ooh, the fire
The hollow points flyin`
Hear the screams of your bitch
While you dyin` (geah)
Lyin` on your back
Tryin` to get ????
Never seen a man cry
Until he seems dead
As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
Better dash before your dead
By these killin` niggas
Chorus...
Geah
In the muthafuckin` house
The Eihthype thugs, uh
Just them killas niggas know I`m sayin`
????? to the 9-6
We`re back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh
Don`t fuck around know I`m sayin`
C`mon sayin`
Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin` steets
