The Murda Show

Damn Eiht What the f**k we gonna do now? I don't know homeboy you know what I'm sayin' but I'll tell you like this We gonna bust some a*s for the ninety-three shot Right, these motherf**kers don't understand we ain't from around here That's all right you know what I'm sayin' 'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts you know what I'm sayin' Compton meets the motherf**kin' bay town nigga So step the f**k off this you know what I'm sayin' My nigga spice get with 'em Ya see I'm nothin' but a mac-10 shooter Killer man looter on the creep with the glock Got it cocked picidy pop I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone nigga Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger Motherf**kin flash backs of nigga's bodies rip From the ak blast on that a*s hollow point to the tip to the toe Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f**kin' flo' It's the goddamn murda show Starring a nigga in black wearin' a weed hat creepin' low And co-starring is a psycho motherf**ker He grew up in Compton bustin' caps at the cluckers His name is MC motherf**kin' Eiht He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin' niggas like a steak on a plate So nigga get your popcorn and peanuts 'cause we nuts and we know Sit back and watch a nigga murda at the murda show A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin' Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin' Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock Nigga shut your f**kin' trap, yeah your punk a*s is sure Sure that they sew when I peel your cap The slide the slick, s*ck my d**k No mistaking I bring home greens, f**k the bacon The big black neck getting motherf**kers sprung They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' much a*s for fun Ain't nothin' but some nigga sold the one Fools need to stay the f**k down They can't hang when we bang from Compton and the bay town It's like the last dance or your last chance When I reach in for the strap in my f**kin' pants I pump' dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said Even your skinny a*s dead I can't sleep 'cause it's time to go Fool or I'll be late for the murda show nigga A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin' Raise up off my jock with the niggas that I glock A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin' Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock Step in to the torture chamber nigga let me torture Hangers on your motherf**kin' back bring ya scorcher Psychopathic mad man dead body chucker Quick to pull the trigger on another motherf**ker Slangin' to the ba*s head bitches in the alley Killin' for my motherf**kin' cash in recally My nigga MC Eiht will make the getaway drive I got the gat hangin' up out the motherf**kin' ride Niggas be getting the duck sit f**kin' with the player Sprayer layer nigga out with the shout of the t-t-tech Mic motherf**kin' check one stabbin' niggas Up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns My uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump The motherf**kin' hollow head his chest thump, thump And all the niggas leave his bloody body in the dust One-nigga dead seventeen caps bust That's how the niggas do this shit where I'm from Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb I got the glock and I'm headin' for the liquor store Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherf**kin' murda show A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin' Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock A to the motherf**kin' K 187 proof a*s nigga from the bay (Murda show) Yeah, and you ask me to stay the f**k down Bangin' from Compton and the bay town Yeah, come on Uh, Spice-1 and MC Eiht And that eases the nine You know what I'm sayin'