Just like a prisoner because I`m brown with some black skin
A fugitive running cause I just won`t give in.
and its hard when it`s black on black.
Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack.
For me to be a busta oh no.
Police is hunting a brother like an animal.
So I play my cards right watch my back.
Because the enemy is scheming trying to kick a rat pack.
Straight up a gangsta, ain`t got time for faking.
Label me a pusher, dead presidents I`m making.
A brother who`s young, got the neighbourhood sprung.
Police riding my tip, if they catch me I`m hung.
But no, I don`t sleep as they creep. Take a peep out the scene,
cause they trying to stop the flow of my green.
So I keep stepping, and bailing hard because a brother is up on it.
Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted.
I lace up my kicks, because a brother`s on the run.
Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton.
Now I`m sweating cause you`re sweating me big time.
Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme.
No shorts given, thats how I`m living in the 91.
Slide my car in, and smoking with my Mike gun.
pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
If it gets too deep Mike`s got the back up.
Packin` tools, droppin` fools, I`m from Compton
so that should be your first rule.
Here comes the pick of the weak, so dont sneek.
If you do, Eiht`ll take 2 to your cheek.
So don`t get uptight if you a victim.
Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em.
Geah, I can`t be stopped, cause I`m up on it.
And a brother like Eiht`s still wanted.
So now I break faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta.
Now your homies after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-
nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head.
Cannot bite, no. The Compton cyco.
Quick on the gank, so you might get shanked.
And I dont need a gatt just to jack your bank.
Another stick-up kid just got crazy.
Try to double cross the Eiht you`ll be pushing up daisies.
Or you can get the backwash
from the 40 thats poured on the ground, so I clown.
So your mad, but your bad and you press your luck.
But you still wanna nag, yeah you`ll get stuck.
So who`s got the Compton funk?
And it`s illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk.
So now you know that Eiht`s your top rap dealer.
But you a punk ass New Jack squeeler.
Thats why I`m wanted.
Tha odds against me. So now its time to break.
Seconds tick off the clock so I don`t fake.
I gots to keep on steppin, dont run outta breath.
Cause if I slow down punk it might spell death.
I confuse the mark, throw him off the trail.
This aint no picnic punk you picked hell.
Better known as Rambro, not afraid.
Mike T starts the gatt, Eihts a hand grenade.
And who`s got the 411?
Just can`t do me punk your getting done.
Eiht is the nigga eating them up.
Yeah thats my cue so I start kicking but.
And you don`t want to witness the Compton rage.
Trapped just like a rat in a snake cage.
Boy you diss the crew, geah you flaunt it.
Now I hunt you down because your wanted.
