mc eiht – nuthin’ but the gangsta lyrics
intro: mc eiht
geyeah, we in the motherf-ckin house
eiht hype in the motherf-ckin house, geyeah
1/2 oz in the motherf-ckin house
my n-gg-z on the run in the motherf-ckin house
lil hawk and burn in the motherf-ckin house, geyeah
and ain’t no love in the nine-fo’ hoe
verse one: mc eiht
it makes me want to jack motherf-ckers in the fog
let them hood rat b-tches know the true meaning of a dog
makes me want to be a n-gg-, for hire
let five-oh feel the motherf-ckin, fi-yah
hold my nuts and make my cash
break this ten and a half off in your -ss, uhh
walkin with a strap and a bad -ss rap
you get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
and b-tches can’t hang with the pack
fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
n-gg-z got beef ’cause eiht hype’s a mack
and since the age of thirteen, i’ve been packin
fool i slang a gang of twenty bags
thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
always on the lookout for the, helicopter
blast from the ak fill the f-ckin copper
it’s do or die, motherf-ckers die
n-gg-z from the compton streets so don’t even try, n-gg-
you get slugs from the stub for offendin me
nuthin but the gangsta in me
chorus:
nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x)
spice 1 come down
verse two: spice 1
i am a g, yes i’m only a g
walks like a g, talks like a g
so a to the motherf-ckin k
it’s your one-eight-seven crew -ss n-gg- from the bay
murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap sh-t, pistol-whip they -ss
i’ma do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
dash, the f-ck out the cut
fifty bullets up in the nuts, n-gg- that’s how we runnin up
i-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-motherf-cker-peelin-his-cap
picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
piggedy pop motherf-cker, watch em drop, motherf-cker
just a g, comin up out the bay with a ak
put it in your face to split your wig n-gg-, zag to zig n-gg-
disrespect me i’ma bank ya
’cause i’m nuthin but a motherf-ckin east bay gangsta
chorus:
nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
ha ha, come on n-gg-
verse three: redman
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oh my god! i destroy cities like the blob
droppin trunks of funk and i blast a punk from here to cape cod
f-ck a job, my organization runs like the mob
the original joe pex flex, redman b-tch you better ask somebod
prepare to slam from here to j-pan with jams
i’m from the jersey section and i keep it real for ninety-four and
i can’t march on swap meets, y’all duck sects i dissects
but i pack a nine gat and the cops, still don’t know where mines at
black, huh!! i sn-tch the beauty from the beast
it’s that funk deceased n-gg- comin thru b-tch so grab your hairpeace
i got the gangsta in me plus i’m not friendly
to a b-tch–ss whose mouth runs more laps than the indy
now let me spice the track up, mc eiht p-ss the bone so i can get lifted
and a head can get blown when bronx p-ss the biscuit
i drop the funk and drop a body to show i’m serious
the gangsta means i’m live, rappin from new jersey, period!!
chorus:
nuthin but the gangsta (8x)
verse four: mc eiht
hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor
bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors
just touched down from san quentin
hand me that fresh -ss pendleton, uhh!
it’s nuthin but the gang, thing
makes me hit the corner and slang
board and quarter about a hundred times
don’t be servin no dubs and dimes
but i do it, no hesitation
f-ck it, i’ma violate probation
no one gave a mad f-ck about me
since the age of eight i roamed the halls of lb
pops thrown out never had a big brother
put on the set when i could pick the right color
the homey put me down on a half a bird
turned it into key now they bomb for me
rollin in the trey on f-ckin gold d’s
nuthin but the motherf-ckin gangsta in me, geyeah
outro:
nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
nuthin but the gangsta- come down
and that’s how it’s going down
that’s how it’s going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the motherf-ckin house
n-gg-z on the run, lil hawk and burn
nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
geyeah
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