Geah (right)
Back on that ass
Some of that smooth gangsta shit
Geah (geah)
Givin` it to the muthafuckin homies just like they want to get...
Niggaz On The Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe (right)
Eiht Hype in the house (them killin` niggas)
Bitch
Here comes the muthafuckin` Streiht Up Menace
Poppin` that cap up in the dash
Best run fast cause we gettin fo` cash
Hundred and fifty nine street is a war zone (1-5-9)
The enemy no friend of me, muthafucka it`s on
To the point where it just don`t stop (oh yeah)
Niggas On The Run gon` make you drop drop drop
Loud mouth bitch
Nigga you`s a muthafuckin` talker, ain`t no slang
Ain`t no bang just the switch in your walk and
Ain`t no damn mercy in this crew (geah)
You comin` up shorter than I midget like this nigga Tattoo, uh
I runs through your whole crew likes the play
Watchin` your homie drop off punk bitches ya`re too soft
Better yet too sure muthafuckas can`t hang with tha Eihthype click
When we pissin` a dick (stick `em)
Bodies be found float, face down in the river
Makin` you quiver, geah
Ain`t nuthin` but killin`
Uh, sayin` c`mon y`all (geah)
Geah
Creepin` - down the back street on D`s
A nigga that comin` up slippin` with the trunk full of ki`s
Ain`t tha - he ain`t too cautios cause my hood it`s too hot
So I`ma follow his fuckin` ass to the drop off spot (geah)
And the - E got the fuckin` trunk of funk
Fools get done up when I pull my run up I gots my gun up
Be blastin` quick fast like Billy the Kid
Tell your muthafuckin` homies that they best stay heat
Fool ain`t no playin` with this killa for niggas that`s droppin` a dime
Get smacked up side they hear up my 9
Just another nigga shootin` - fuck it
Another muthafuckin` execution
So - check the watch for the tic-toc
Like - get down as I clown with that damn plot
Be poppin` `em off like Robin Hood
Geah, it`s all good
Ain`t nuthin` but killing
C`mon y`all
And all my homies from the park
Sayin` ain`t nuthin` but killin`
Everybody in the house what you got to say?
And all my homies from the West
Sayin` ain`t nuthin` but killin`
All my homies in the house what you got to say?
Geah, uh, Compton ain`t nuthin` by killin`
Geah right
You fuckin` around with this click it ain`t cool
Leave your fuckin` body in a damn blood pool
Fools can`t hang with me, bang with me
But niggas that try to slang with me
But it ain`t no thang to E
Pop pop
It`s the sound from the Desert Eagle
That pop pop goes the weasel
Puts in much work cause it ain`t no joke
No relatin` to the bomb but you don`t get smokes
Yeah, and if I ain`t down a fuckin` tight
Representin` the muthafuckin` hundred and fifty-nine
Better hit the muthafuckin` dirt when I hit your curb (geah)
Dippin` in a Trey with that gangsta swerve
Muthafuckas be fall
Just like R. Kelly bodies be cold
For this G to put a slug in that ass (right)
The last in your see is an A-K blast
Nuthin` but killin`
Geah
And that`s how it goes down in the 95 shot
Homies outhere tryin` to pull up on the creep
Better watch your back
Cause niggas it`s stickin` `em up for the cash, nigga
Geah, that`s real you know I`m sayin`
Puttin` it down for all the real niggas, you know I`m sayin`
So all you homies grab your straps
Be down get the ?? what up and whatever, geah
Right
Ain`t nuthin` but killin`
Geah
And all my homies from the park
Sayin` nuthin` but killing
Geah
All my homies from Shack Town, get out
They sayin` nuthin` but killin`, geah
And all my from Shaolin, get in
They sayin` ain`t nuthin` but killing
Geah, c`mon, stick `em
Whatchu got to say
And all my homies from the H-Town
Get out
They sayin` ain`t nuthin` but killing
Geah
Get `em
New Jersey Drive, it`s all the way live
Sayin` nuthin` but killing
Geah
And all my homies from New Jersey
Right
Houston - Texas
The Bay Town
Geah
And all them killing spots, you know I`m sayin
Nigga
It ain`t nuthin` but killin`
Kill `em
Geah
