Compton's Lynchin Lyrics

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

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