Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht`s in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah
And it ain`t nothin but a compton thang y`all
And we ain`t nuttin but niggaz on the run
And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah
A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
It`s got me in the state where I don`t give a damn, hmm
Somebody help me, but nah they don`t hear me though
I guess I`ll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain`t no escapin, cause I`m way too young
Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
That he`d go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that ain`t no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
And where`s the role model?
Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
They done drove my moms in-sane
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain`t finished
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on y`all
Streiht up menace
Now I`m of age, and livin in the projects
Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks
I`m Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin hood would take me under
Gyeah, I`m kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs}
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
Now he`s got the strap to my homie`s head
See him play that shit cool, and don`t be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn`t run I was dead
Now I`m layin in the hospital bed
Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain`t finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, whassup y`all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
Really..
Streiht up menace .. damn!
I`m in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I just can`t sleep
One-Time`s tryin to do a smooth, creep
And on top of that
Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
I ain`t got time for the fuckin bitch`s story
Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
And ain`t no You Can Get the Fist
Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause I don`t wanna punk out
Oh what should I do? The homies say
The hood`s where it`s good, homeboy, I thought you knew
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look who`s down, I guess I`m finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on y`all
Streiht up menace .. damn!
And on and on
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggaz on the run
And it ain`t nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
Just like I said before y`all
It ain`t nuttin but a compton thang
And MC Eiht`s in the house for the 93 shot
And this one`s for the niggaz, gyeah
