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mc eiht - ain't nuttin' but killin' lyrics

geah (right)
back on that -ss
some of that smooth gangsta sh-t
geah (geah)
givin’ it to the m-th-f-ckin homies just like they want to get…
n-ggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe (right)
eiht hype in the house (them k!llin’ n-ggas)
b-tch

here comes the m-th-f-ckin’ 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, m-th-f-cka it’s on
to the point where it just don’t stop (oh yeah)
n-ggas on the run gon’ make you drop drop drop
loud mouth b-tch
n-gga you’s a m-th-f-ckin’ talker, ain’t no slang
ain’t no bang just the switch in your walk and
ain’t no d-mn mercy in this crew (geah)
you comin’ up shorter than i midget like this n-gga tattoo, uh
i runs through your whole crew likes the play
watchin’ your homie drop off punk b-tches ya’re too soft
better yet too sure m-th-f-ckas can’t hang with tha eihthype cl!ck
when we p-ssin’ a d-ck (stick ’em)
bodies be found float, face down in the river
makin’ you quiver, geah

ain’t nuthin’ but k!llin’
uh, sayin’ c’mon y’all (geah)
geah

creepin’ – down the back street on d’s
a n-gga 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 f-ckin’ -ss to the drop off spot (geah)
and the – e got the f-ckin’ 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 m-th-f-ckin’ homies that they best stay heat
fool ain’t no playin’ with this k!lla for n-ggas that’s droppin’ a dime
get smacked up side they hear up my 9
just another n-gga shootin’ – f-ck it
another m-th-f-ckin’ execution
so – check the watch for the tic-toc
like – get down as i clown with that d-mn plot
be poppin’ ’em off like robin hood
geah, it’s all good

ain’t nuthin’ but k!lling
c’mon y’all
and all my homies from the park
sayin’ ain’t nuthin’ but k!llin’
everybody in the house what you got to say?
and all my homies from the west
sayin’ ain’t nuthin’ but k!llin’
all my homies in the house what you got to say?
geah, uh, compton ain’t nuthin’ by k!llin’
geah right

you f-ckin’ around with this cl!ck it ain’t cool
leave your f-ckin’ body in a d-mn blood pool
fools can’t hang with me, bang with me
but n-ggas 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 f-ckin’ tight
representin’ the m-th-f-ckin’ hundred and fifty-nine
better hit the m-th-f-ckin’ dirt when i hit your curb (geah)
dippin’ in a trey with that gangsta swerve
m-th-f-ckas be fall
just like r. kelly bodies be cold
for this g to put a slug in that -ss (right)
the last in your see is an a-k blast
nuthin’ but k!llin’

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 n-ggas it’s stickin’ ’em up for the cash, n-gga
geah, that’s real you know i’m sayin’
puttin’ it down for all the real n-ggas, 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 k!llin’
geah
and all my homies from the park
sayin’ nuthin’ but k!lling
geah
all my homies from shack town, get out
they sayin’ nuthin’ but k!llin’, geah
and all my from shaolin, get in
they sayin’ ain’t nuthin’ but k!lling
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 k!lling
geah
get ’em
new jersey drive, it’s all the way live
sayin’ nuthin’ but k!lling
geah
and all my homies from new jersey
right
houston – texas
the bay town
geah
and all them k!lling spots, you know i’m sayin
n-gga
it ain’t nuthin’ but k!llin’
k!ll ’em
geah

- mc eiht lyrics

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