Compton's Lynchin

Compton's lynchin, motherf**kers with a left hook So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks So get a puff of the bomb as Compton shit And watch the A double M pop in a second clip And when I'm all finished unloadin' I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start explodin' So punk get your shit in gear Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike brings up the rear Now you're caught in a trap and you can't escape Made a bad mistake 'cause you dissed the Eiht You broke the penalty, punk start payin' And you're short, shorter than short, know what I'm sayin'? So step back, sorry clown, you ain't hittin' You gets no juice 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Fools gang way, ain't no time to play pus*y Eiht is back to attack so don't push me Don't try to play with my rhyme, you can't stand this I'm from Compton so I don't give a f**k if you ban this I got you trapped in a motherf**kin' straight coat I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes Playin' me close will mean you're crossin' Eiht's line And that's not good for your health 'Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with The motherf**kin' power after hour No air to breath 'cause all the s*ckers, we devour So hang up your dreams of makin' snaps You won't make a penny with your f**ked up raps So step back or it's your title I'm clinchin' Punk a*s fool 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, now wait a minute, hey man, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers I guess I'll start droppin' these fools 'Cause they lyrics be like offendin' me So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy So make tracks or it's your f**kin' hood, I'll blow down One on one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple Put the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple No explanations on why I did it When they ask, I tell 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted So, now I leave his homie's in grief I can't just stand here and trip off a s*cker who got beef And the Eiht ain't bullshittin' G I got to kill off the s*cker before the s*cker gets me So raise the f**k up 'cause the Eiht ain't trippin' Before I let a s*cker slide, he's already slippin' And what's left is a s*cker caught up in suspension Word 'em up G 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers You give up? I see you're sweatin' like crazy Eiht'll stay cool 'cause fool you tried to faze me Your rhymes are washed up, your beats are f**ked You're just a victim punk, you'll get stuck By a brother with a evil vengeance And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this And if you're caught in the crossfire, it's like that I mean the shootin' of lyrics or the damn gatt And geah, Eiht is back Teamin' up with the Mike on the sneak attack So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix As my DJ Mike T f**k with the turntable tricks So take flicks 'cause you're all on his d**k And it's makin' me sick as he start to do a trick So raise the f**k up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin' Word 'em up G, Compton's lynchin Compton, oh oh , get your a*s up, what's up nigga? Now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, shit, punk a*s nigga, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton, Compton's in the house, motherf**ker Compton's in the house, motherf**kers, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers Compton's in the house, motherf**kers Compton, now I'm lynchin motherf**kers