MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
compton's most wanted - 8 iz enough
Get ready for the apocolypse.
Because a nigga know he can't stop this.
And fool had to figure, when my tongue is the trigger.
Now a piece in my mouth is releasing buckshots.
No escaping because perpetrators get smoothed popped.
So raise the fuck up cause the eiht is gonna hit you
With another gangsta lick,
But not a rap about a bitch
Or a hoe, or a hoe with no kinda guts.
Who gives a fuck what your saying so get these nuts. geah.
It's the nigga that you can not bite, no.
Thick like steel, you cant kill the compton cyco.
Here to woof a little shit about your punk ass.
Get the cash, make a 100 yard fucking dash.
But i aint through, gonna take your ass up.
St. ides brew as i wait for you in the cut.
I guess i'm starting to see your tired of me.
It's tough, nigga say eiht is enough.
Damn, watch the eiht go very deeply.
I dont think that your fucked up style could taunt thee.
I'll fuck that ass, take your cash.
And this nigga keeps on sticking till you just can't last.
Geah, i need the money so fuck the dumb shit.
And the hell with being legit, so watch out for the hit.
You can't juice this, it would be useless to try this.
Down your man like a can of st. ides.
And right then i start to kick.
And better hope the eiht don't get too sick.
Cause if i cough, i wont stop, i'll keep bussing.
I'll just pause and take a spoon of robotusin.
And take this shoe in a size ten in a half.
Put it in your ass cause your making me laugh.
Geah, and i deal with bustas like a duster.
Nigga say eiht is enough-ah.
Mmm, one more for the fucking road.
8 seconds to get out before i explode.
Boom and that spells doom for your crew g.
Niggas can't fade the eiht and the mike t.
Bitches can't fade us neither.
Always learn to get burned by a heater.
Mutherfuckers need to come to they senses.
Fuck with the eiht and suffer the concequences.
Saps always do the mutherfucking bragging.
Fools couldn't light my blunt with a dragon.
And to the bitches that got no clout.
Bring a shovel so the eiht can dig you out.
Geah, i'll put a hurting to you punk suckers.
You can't gank me fool, unh uh fucker.
Its the nigga from the free wheel prison.
Compton compton nigga, thats how i'm living.
And if you fuck with that i'll call your bluff.
But don't forget mutherfucker, eiht is enough.
Geah, back for the mutherfucking nine deuce.
Putting my foot in your ass just a little bit.
And you know i can't quit, so fade this shit. fool..
compton's most wanted - another victim
compton's most wanted - can i kill it
Geah, the nigga-hoes is back in the mutherfucker
Mc eiht's back once again, y'knowutumsaying?
Just like last year we told the girls, talking about they was down,
'save the drama for your mama.' cmw cause the trauma, y'knowutumsayin?
Me and my dj mike t's in the house, pimping all the hoes,
Y'knowutumsaying?
I'm about to drop this smooth line, check this out.
Eiht is back girls to see whats popping.
Once again, the panties is dropping.
But this time i got the shit plugged in.
Another stupid one thinking eiht's fixing to spend.
Called up the bitch like um 7:30.
Still in the bathtub, damn this was a dirty
Bitch, must of fucked another nigga last night.
So what, i was with a bitch so everything was alright.
Pulled up bumping the mutherfucking cube.
Walked in the door seen my face on the tube.
Stood there and tripped off the gaffle video.
It went off, i looked up and said its time to go.
Girl said she was hungry so i tried not to be evil.
I said you got a choice, louie's burgers or golden eagle.
She started biffing, i said bitch i aint playing.
It aint like your my woman, y'knowutumsaying?
Girl got the grub and it was off to the liqour store.
I said what kind of drinks, she said go with the 4-0
I said what? grab one or two?
She said get two, one for me and one for you.
Got her to the room and she started to guzzling
The forty, hit the blunt and the bitch was buzzing.
Thats when i told her it was time to come to eiht.
And i was about to bounce, rock, roll, and skate.
Got inside, got to spanking on that ass.
Her engine got hot, she start moving real fast.
Thats when i knew, she started to feel it.
I grabbed them shoulders, said 'geah, can i kill it.'
Geah, still breaking them off, y'knowutumsaying.
Baby, y'knowutumsaying, aint no faking.
I'm here to break you off proper.
All them other niggas be drag, y'knowutumsaying?
All they wanna do is dick you down,
But if you try to come to me and get the snaps,
It aint even like that cause i aint playing that way.
Thats played out, y'knowutumsaying?
But i'm about to kick this uh 91 shit, check this out.
Once again its on, geah girls you know the deal.
I'm on a mission to kill.
I gots to get a skee before it gets to late.
So don't perpetrate, just give it to the eiht.
Called up this bitch, i was already fucking.
That made it easier to get her head ducking.
Told her we was fixing to have this little get together.
She started dragging about the movies, i said hmm whatever.
Told her i pick her up about 9:30.
I called up this other bitch, "damn eiht you dirty"
Pulled up bumping, like flaunting my riches.
Ran out about i'd say 8 different bitches.
They hung on my window, leaned on my hood, sat in my seat.
Got the raise in my meat.
I just had to know if they was skeezing.
I ran the line, 'whats the plan for the evening'.
Right then, yo, the shit was all plugged.
And after the night was over she'd be dug
Out by a brother who wasn't saying a word.
Cause what i needed to say was already heard.
Picked the bitch up and went straight to get the liquor.
Then right back to my pad, so i could smooth dick her.
Told her a drag, it went straight to her head.
Cause if i said i just wanna fuck my drag would be dead.
She downed one cup, then 2 then 3.
And eiht was ready to shake the [huh?]
And while i'm in it, i'll ask her can she feel it?
Damn, can i kill it?
Geah, y'knowutumsaying? killing it all off.
All that's nice and soft, y'knowutumsaying?
Cmw back once again, on the late night hype tip.
Or it might be on the 'who's is it' tip? i don't know.
Me and unknown is in here, dj bolo's in here,
Mike t is in here. mike "webeboomingtheshit" is in here.
And we all outta here. so all y'all girls save the drama. out
Scratching: yo i thought i told your stupid ass about the pussy i
Killed x2
compton's most wanted - compton 4 life
It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes,
And niggas that bang and slang in kilo's.
Where the rule is 'fool we don't play that'
Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat.
4 deep in a car on a mission.
Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'.
Nobody understands the gang mentality.
I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties.
And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness.
Busters know that they can't get with this.
Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop.
Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped.
Gots to make our money on the corner.
Try to sqeeze, nigga please, a straight gonner.
Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife.
Geah, cause its compton 4 life.
One more 'drive-by miss daisy',
Its for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy.
Fools can't cope when we belling.
Throw up your hood cause its compton we yelling.
Still selling that yayo, oh know.
Watch out for the tape thats made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 guage barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga with a problem.
Better yet a trouble shooter cause i'm a shoot the enemy
When i see the white of his eyes.
You'll have a funeral every night cause on of your homies dies.
Geah, it don't mean nothing to us. ready to buss
A thousand mutherfuckers and we kick up much dust.
Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight.
Geah right, nigga, cause its compton 4 life.
Its the city where everybodies in prison.
Niggas keep taking shit, cause aint nobody given.
So another punk fool i must beat.
Learned the tricks of the trade from the street.
Anxious to put the jack down. ready and willing.
One more compton driveby killing.
One more nigga that got jacked cause he's a dummy.
One more fool that got smoked for the money.
And we got evil ass bitches, just like witches.
Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches.
Niggas run off at the mouth here goes the nine.
Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime.
Go to jail, hell might as well. be off with the
Head so i bail from the police officer.
Cause if i surrender from the fight.
It won't be no more compton 4 life. geah!
compton's most wanted - compton s lynchin
Compton's lynchin mutherfuckers with a left hook.
So turn the eiht on 80 as i start to cook.
As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark.
I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks.
So get a puff of the bomb ass compton shit.
And watch the a double m pop in a second clip.
And when i'm all finished unloading,
I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start exploding.
So punk get your shit in gear.
Say your prayers, your scared, as mike brings up the rear.
Now your caught in a trap and you can't escape.
Made a bad mistake cause you dissed the eiht.
You broke the penalty, punk start paying.
And your short, shorter then short, knowutumsaying?
So step back sorry clown, you ain't hitting.
You gets no juice, cause compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers] x2.
Fools gang way, no time to play pussy.
Eiht is back to attack so dont push me.
Dont try to play with my rhyme you can't stand this.
I'm from compton so i dont give a fuck if you ban this.
I got you trapped in a mutherfuckin straight coat.
I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat.
So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes.
Playing me close will mean your crossing eiht's line.
And thats not good for your health.
Cause when it comes to eiht and mike, you'll get dealt with.
The mutherfucking power after hour.
No air to breath, cause all the suckers we devour.
So hang up your dreams of making snaps.
You won't make a penny with your fucked up raps.
So step back or its your title i'm clinching.
Punk ass fool, cause compton's lynchin
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now wait a minute. hey man]..[now i'm lynchin
Mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[stop stop stop!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
I guess i'll start dropping these fools, cause they lyrics be like
Offending me.
So you can say that eiht's your worste enemy.
So make tracks or its your fucking hood i'll blow down.
One on one in the compton streets we'll have a showdown.
And when it comes to eiht its quite simple.
Pull the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple.
No explanations on why i did it.
When they ask, i tell em cause the punk bullshitted.
So now i leave his homeys in grief.
I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef.
And the eiht aint bullshitting g.
I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me.
So raise the fuck up because the eiht aint tripping.
Before i let a sucker slide, he's already slipping.
And whats left is a sucker caught up in suspension.
Word em up g, cause compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[stop stop stop!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
You give up? i see your sweating like crazy.
Eiht'll stay cool, cause fool you tried to phaze me.
Your rhymes are washed up your beats are fucked.
Your just a victim punk you'll get stuck.
By a brother with a evil vengence.
And when i say eiht kills, boy i meant this.
And if your caught in the crossfire its like that.
I mean the shooting of lyrics or the damn gatt.
And geah, eiht is back.
Teaming up with the mike on the sneak attack.
So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix.
As my dj mike t fuck with the turntable tricks.
So take flicks, cause your all on his dick.
And its making me sick as he start to do a trick.
So raise the fuck up, its pieces of your brain that i'm pinchin.
Word em up g, compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[oh oh oh]..[get your ass up]..[whats up nigga]..[now i'm
Lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[shit]..[punk ass nigga]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[surprise nigga]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[compton's in the house]..[mutherfucker]
[compton's in the house]..[mutherfuckers]
[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton's in the house]..[mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
compton's most wanted - dead men tell no lies
I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence.
I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence.
I got something for your monkey ass. so peep.
Better yet like a stray dog i put your ass to sleep.
No more faking and taking my snaps.
Sorry fool, eiht goin' step 'n get the straps.
Geah, i puts my work in and fuck up your shit.
Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick.
Mmm. i guess thats what you get when you try to play.
Try to come up with that mutherfucking he say.
Or she say, or what the fuck did that fool say?
Punk bitch, i'll mop that ass up anyway.
Dont misbehave, cause you'll be a slave.
Another fronting mutherfucker in a early grave.
Geah, you got over fool because your ass was sly.
But a dead nigga tell no lies.
[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x2]
Another fool on my shit list.
And now the punk bitch wanna play games.
No competition so i'll mention no fucking names.
Just like a rat, she likes to squeel.
But you squeeled on the e, so whats the deal?
Geah, you spread rumours for humour g.
But the shit aint funny, so humour me.
And um, aint no more of your bullshit i'm having.
Geah, tired of the fucking back stabbing.
Soul in the bozac, as i stack.
To your jaw i start to mack. like a fool don't clap.
And um, it aint over till the fat bitch spit.
Well the fat bitch is about to spit shit.
To save your sorry ass from the mash.
So who really gives a fuck if i tap that but.
So um, when your ass is gone, they'll wonder why.
But a dead nigga tell no lies.
[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x4]
[ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]
Get ready for the last mutherfucking trip.
As i pop in another mutherfucking clip.
Geah, one more busta, another mark.
Fool your kinda fake, talking about you fucked the eiht.
Damn, another sorry bitch with some street slang.
Peel his cap cause we aint from the same gang.
Talking about you'll shoot the eiht from the top of the tree.
Nigga please, i might drop you to your fucking knees.
Try to lay low, but you know you can't escape.
Why'd you have to diss me on your underground tape.
Now you hang your shit up on a shelf.
Didn't you know, you'd be fucking your own self.
Quick draw mcgraw, on the fucking draw.
As you scheme on my team i take 2 to your jaw.
Geah, you got over fool, but you know why.
Cause a dead nigga tell no lies.
[killed off the sucker right there he didn't stop... x2]
[ran through the rooms and went pop, pop, pop.]
Geah, eihthype in a mutherfucking effect.
For the nine deuce to get loose.
My nigga mike t is in the house. dj slips in the mutherfucking house.
My nigga 'times in the house, rick's in the house.
My nigga chill's in the house, boom bams in the house.
And we outta here....
compton's most wanted - def wish
Geah. the mc eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin?
The compton maniac,
Here to break your ass something off real proper, y'knowutumsayin?
Damn!
Suckers, i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke.
Cause if i hit the chronic, eiht starts the rap bionic.
So enough with that punk shit.
With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift
Like it should be shot.
Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got.
And at the end of the trail is whats left.
Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.
So if ya got static go and gather up your army.
You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry mc's never seen this.
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
Cause while compton's lynchin, i'm taking money to the bank.
And its the mc eiht on your shit list.
Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish.
[i'll make you famous...]
[now when i go for my gun...you can start shooting]
Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing.
Running over punks like my brother bo jackson.
As your card's on freeze frame your chicken.
It's the eiht double m and i'll keep sticking.
All that pay back shit is in effect.
Cause i'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check.
So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay.
As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay.
So give up to the compton psycho,
Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick.
Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises.
Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises.
So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.
And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.
Another victory on my list.
One more punk ass fool with a def wish.
Chorus
Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this.
I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist.
No mistakes i make, so don't fake.
Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake.
Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro.
On the stage i'm in a rage with a gangsta show.
The capital e, the capital i, the capital h,
The capital t, down mc.
Mike t is the partner down with me.
Suckers got static, here goes the g-a-t.
So take a step up and play for the rhythm.
>from compton boy, and this is what i give em.
A blast from the gat just for talking that junk.
Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk.
I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways.
And don't be no hero like in the western days.
At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me.
Grab your davey crocket, i'll grab my gangsta uzi.
And after all that, you'll still be r.i.p.
If you fuck with me...fool theres your def wish.
Geah, y'knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91
My dj mike t's in the mutherfuckin house.
Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah.
compton's most wanted - def wish ii
[tony montana from "scarface"]
So long mel, have a good trip..
You die motherfucker! you die motherfucker!
.. {*tony's sister screaming*} ..
[from the movie "goodfellas"]
"for most of the guys, killings got to be accepted..
Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line..
You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules"
[mc eiht]
Nigga get ready cause you can't hang
With the psycho motherfucker who slangin these gangsta thangs
Lock your doors, run and hide
Can't nothin save you when the w hoo-rides
Peep - i'm puttin suckers to sleep
Ready to make a motherfuckin hit, geah we rollin too deep
You shouldn'tve made that tape, but you pushed me
Eiht hates punk-ass perm wearin pussies
Mmmm... you ready for round one? here it come fool
I got my dick in my hand, come and get some
Damn, i'm tired of fake motherfuckers gettin pesos
Sorry-ass amigos screamin like bitch hoes
If it wasn't for your happy-ass sound, prancin around
Nothin but a sorry-ass clown, stay the fuck down!
Punk you can't fuck with this
Geah, first step is your def wish
.. mmm .. geah ..
.. c'mon y'all ..
I guess it's time to get to the good part
Geah you know it's the part when the eiht start
With the routine, tt's the same song
Peel another cap - now what's goin on? geah
Tickety toc you don't stop
Fool, you hear a click i bust your chops
Right, no future, in your frontin
Smoke your ass like a mother-fuckin blunt
Damn i hate ya punk
Cause you'll never equal, this motherfuckin sequel
Tell me can you fade that black
Or get slung like a fuckin 50-pack
So it's the second call they're all sorry
Punk motherfuckers that's out like atari
Geah nigga you can get the fist
One more def wish
[from the movie "goodfellas"]
"but sometimes, even the people who didn't get out of line,
They got whacked.. hits just became a hazard for some of the guys..
Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.."
Last verse .. don't curse
Migga fuck that, mike's got the gat
And i'm ready to bust a head or two or three
Bitch come deal with e - geah
So gang way, as i pump another sucker
And i'm swift as they scared stiff by a psycho motherfucker
I see their pain, fool take two
To the fuckin jaw, geah fuck you
A nigga from the city where shit
Just don't motherfuckin quit
And jackin's my specialty g
Quick fast to mack once and take your money, geah
And down for the motherfuckin crew
Just like a bitch i gots to get paid to
I knock you out and when your punk-ass come to
You'll realize it was a nightmare of def wish.. ii
.. geah .. geah! ..
.. compton ..
[from the movie "goodfellas"]
"hits just became a hazard for some of the guys..
Shooting people was a normal thing, no big deal.."
.. whattup? ..
[from the movie "goodfellas"]
"murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line..
You got out of line, you got whacked, everybody knew the rules"
compton's most wanted - driveby miss daisy
Picture a nigga on the warpath,
And he'll spread terror through the city and leave a trail of blood baths.
And to those that know, he's not a phony.
But tonight he'll get his vengence on the fool who killed his homey.
Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out.
Cause the hood is where its good is what its about.
Geah. don't wanna squable, through down or even kick him.
Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim.
Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub.
Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
Spot where its hot. yeah boy he knows it.
But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded.
Throws up the set, then he bones out quick.
Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick.
Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling.
He tells his homey, "g lets get ready for the killing."
Little did he know miss daisy's in the kitchen
Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking.
Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races.
Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces.
He heres this fucking little voice in his brain.
And its saying dont kill, we're all in the same gang.
He tells it back, that aint the gang i'm in.
Because the gang i'm in is like in it to win.
So he killed off the sucker right there he didnt stop.
Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop.
The explenation for this, he must was crazy.
I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy.
[and now the driveby].....[say hello to my little friend.]
[you die mutherfucker...]
Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy.
Drive a 190e, ain't got no time for a caddy.
He got snaps because he jacked a nigga.
But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger.
Now theres a contract for your head on a platter.
If theres somebody with you they'll kill them too it dont matter.
Now your laying low at your girlfriends crib.
And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did.
Now you got balls and you pull another jack.
Another and another, your pockets on fat.
Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail.
Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells.
So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed.
Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled.
So now its 12 o'clock, and its time for a jack.
Not even thinking it was time for payback.
And yeah you spot a fool who'll get the rag pack.
Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack.
He stops at a light on elandra and central.
Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, its kinda simple.
But you know how it deal, and what the fuck was in store.
It was the same punk who you tried to jack before.
And he wont give up shit. point blank hesitation.
Innocent miss daisy at the mobile gas station.
His 9 went click, your 9 went clack.
Miss daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back.
The explanation for this he must was crazy.
I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy.
[and now the driveby].....[i'm gonna get you mutherfucker...]
[say hello to my little friend]....[so long..have a good trip.]
[you die mutherfucker...]
compton's most wanted - duck sick
(you was jealous, it's all your fault) --> milk dee
(what's up, punk?)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(got beef? what a pity)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss c.m.w, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, i commence to paint a picture
Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? i think about it while i'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How i chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., c.m.w., and you can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
[ verse 2: tha chill ]
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and i heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think i tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like king cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that i can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, i know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, i'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what i mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, i do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, tha chill mc, claim to gory
So that's it, the eiht and chill is the shit
(chill) word, and you can get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my - duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah - get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Get the duck sick
Word up
You can get the duck sick
[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, i know you're kiddin
Sayin e can't hang, you're bullshittin
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
Fresh off the compton streets, so start runnin
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin to compare with a hard mutphafucka
Punk, they call me eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the e's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah, you can get the e's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School em
[ verse 4: tha chill ]
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass (you punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin
On eiht and chill (geah, ain't no sleepin)
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like aids
Hip-hop, c.m.w. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to chill, don't mean shit
Just a test i have to pass to show i'm on hit
And tha chill's on hit, legit
With the e i don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers i'm tamin
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because i'm gamin
So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get chill's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
What you say, e?
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick
Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man unknown want the duck sick, e
My man dj slip want the duck sick
Word em up, mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sick
My deejays ant c and mike t want the duck sick
You guys are sick
compton's most wanted - duck sick ii
Mmmm, i'm back for the payback, black.
Ready to attack, so to your jaw i start to mack.
Its the mutherfucking compton psycho.
So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo.
You'll play the bitch and i'll play the pimp.
Then i'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast.
Cause to the homies you just don't hit.
Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit.
Geah nigga, i just won't quit.
My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit.
Try to diss fool and i'll shut you down.
Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown.
So now i gots to break my mutherfucking foot off
In your ass because you came back too soft.
They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2.
Now watch me fuck up your program.
And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.'
Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker.
By the compton gangsta of rap. raised in the hood.
Always up to no good.
I need to peel a cap, so i kill some
Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun.
You come fake, fuck with eiht, you gots no clout.
Keep talking shit as i buss your fucking mouth.
Now fool what kinda move was that?
I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy i'm quick to pull the gatt.
Claiming my city, oh what a pity.
And the way you shout out just sounds shitty.
So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll.
Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole.
So gather up your homies, him him and him and you.
Geah, its the duck sick 2.
I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker
On the rap shelf done fucked hisself.
Just squeezed in like a bitch.
I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch.
I just can't figure,
How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga.
Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk.
Still blast that ass when the ides got me drunk.
Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking
Too soon punk or eiht'll start fucking.
Your weak old shit that wont last.
You won't hang as i slap your bitch ass.
So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling.
You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling.
Geah drop your knees, because we ain't through.
Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2.
We outta here.
compton's most wanted - final chapter
(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness the 8th...)
[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Okay, i may not be a historical feature
Or better yet meant to as a big public speaker
But when i chill in compton people scream, "there he goes!"
The one who throws, deliver big blows
Here to define my name like an era
My serial number is 8, i bring terror
Concert halls, crowds that are packed
Be sure to bring the tangueray gat
You got the privilege to sit next to me
And then you get jealous, start thinkin you can do me
Believe that, punk fool, you must be basin
I make more sequels than my man jason
And when it's over, you'll be screamin and dreamin
To be down with the winning team, but
Get off the rap tip and sing how you're caught up in a rapture
This is the final chapter
(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hard city)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon) --> king tee
(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness...)
(hit it)
[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
Begin part two, up next comes three
And the fourth verse is final from the eiht mc
No time for slip up, but slip laid the beats, so hit it
And if i need double the funk, unknown'll kick it
You came up short tryin to say you was a scholar
The way you school and clock big dollars
But now you're lookin like you're all dried up
Bailin through life with pennies in a cup
So tell me now, are you ready for the schoolin?
But you got to know, in the nine-o, who's rulin
Me, the king of swing, but not a swinger
Unlike a song but called a rap singer
And when i'm done, you be scared to react
Because your conscience is guilty, and your rap is wack
So get off the rap tip before i have to take a step atcha
This is the final chapter
(how y'all feel out there?) --> run
(hear the drummer get wicked) --> chuck d
(you are about to witness the 8th...)
[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Part 3 is here, so let me kick a little more
Lyrics i bust, the eiht'll make another score
His luck is short, because it's 8 to 0
In a story, i'll be the villain, you play the hero
Slipped off fast with a fucked up anger
While my fingers round your neck as i commence to strangle
The hip-hop-matic application to the power
Is how i keep em pumpin hour after hour
The eiht's purpose is to explain the ongoing
Of how i school suckers and keep the rhythm flowing
All my homies be like starin and cheerin
And when i'm done, they be passin e the beer, and
I might be buzzed, but i'm ready to stick
Tryin to say the e's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked
So get off the rap tip with dreams tryin to make it on vinyl
Because this chapter is final
(1-2-3-4
Hit it)
(you are about to witness...)
[ verse 4: mc eiht ]
In effect mode, you took the wrong road, so what's up next?
Clown the silly suckers and they hittin the deck
You're sweatin, you must be hot, so what you got?
No rhymes will come out straight because your brain's in a knot
You must be crazy if you think you can hit me
The odds of you survivin ain't no 50/50
Not no 60/40, or no 70/30
Might be 80 to 20, if your knees get dirty
H-a-r-d is e and tha c
New jack is you ridin the t-i-p
Tryin to be down sayin, "yo, what's up?"
But you're duckin and suckin, just like a suction cup
C.m.w., kingpin, first rate hero
The eiht is the eiht, tha chill's a chill, you a zero
So get off the rap tip and go back to bein a drunk wino
Because the chapter is final
(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
compton's most wanted - gangsta shot out
compton's most wanted - give it up
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Yo, I got a word for a skee tryin to bust me
All they gotta do is just give up that pussy
Girls, save the drama, cause I know you're in heat
Spread your legs and get ready for the Compton meat
I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the Eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-ass skee
Next thing that you know is, you give it to me
Girls in Compton say they ain't with it
Save the drag, stupid bitch, in other words, quit it
Cause I deliver quick fast like Roto-Rooter
Say the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot her
First you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes'
In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'I guess'
??? Compton ain't the Eiht, so what
All I know is that I'm a pussy hound, and you got to give it up
[ CHORUS ]
(Give it up, you give it up
You know what's on my mind
Give it up, you give it up now
You been wasting too much time)
[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
I know you're frontin like a virgin queen
But Tha Chill is on attack smooth, more like a hype sex fiend
Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what?
I got a little love, because my hand's on your butt
Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack
Don't play him, cause Chill ain't goin out like that
Shake your tight butt while you rock to the beat
Then you hound like a female dog in heat
Girls, I see the games that you're playin
Moment I arrive in the pussy, bitch, start prayin
Kotex, I fill it, girls too serious
Down some satin to the head, then I fuck you on your period
My dick's on hard while I'm rhymin
I want the real pussy, to hell with the grindin
I don't show no mercy
So go ahead and curse me
Chill gives a fuck
So yo, give it up
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Make love to me)
(Make love to me)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(You know I will make love to you)
(I wanna fuck you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(I want a blowjob, and I'm not kiddin)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat)
[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
Not a drag, so why you play me like a kitten?
Straighforward to the point, girl, no bullshittin
We can get loaded, and as you get hot
Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the twat
Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute
Stinky slut, Eiht'll give your punk ass the boot
Cause I'm the type of brother who don't waste time
With the fancy-ass dress and red roses and wine
I'm a Compton nigga, Compton got it goin
Peace to the Compton girls, because they hoein
So if another brother try to call you a skee
Fuck the shit that he's talkin, you can skid to E
[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]
Here's the final word to the girls that skip
Should they give it up, E? (Hell geah)
Chill is ready for the ultimate takin
Got no time for no bitch that's fakin
Let me be the first to break you in
Another skee comes along, and yo, I'm in like Flynn
You say it's too soon, I don't give a fuck
But if the E want some (Bitch, we got to toss you up)
It's simple, don't try to front like you don't know
But if you skee with Tha Chill, then you got to be a hoe
No draggin, no laggin, and please stop naggin
Chill is ready for the fuck
So yo, give it up
[ CHORUS ]
(Give it up, you give it up)
(We wanna fuck you)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Compton's Most Wanted)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Biiitch)
(I wanna fuck you too)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(Whose pussy is this?
Who's it?)
(Give it up, you give it up)
(It's yours) (yours) (yours)
(Yeah, I'm tryin to dog the best I can
??? as I enjoy it)
compton's most wanted - growin up in the hood
Wake your punk ass up
The MC Eiht's back in the muthafucking house
Kicking the straight gansta shit for teh 9-1
You know what I'm saying, yea
Growing up in the hood, yea boy, 1984
Was the year my peers didn't know what was in store
A little hard head kid came abade
Time to pay my dues, learn the tricks of the trade
And at home, it's the same ass story
Mom's treat me like she don't even know me
But my younger brother's got much clout
I can't take this shit so I bones the hell out
And roll wit the pack of wicked muthafuckas
No shorts are taken, we're down black brothers
A little nigga wit no problems at all
Fucked up and killed my first 8-ball
Quick up the stairs so little sucker stop looking
Stagger to the house so I can collect my whooping
But watch out 'cause a little nigga's up to no good
Growin' up in the hood
[Chorus]
Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
'Cause in the city you live and let die
Nutting but bitches and money
I got hard times and realize, ?(skate)? sometimes I wonder
But it just seems that the hood could took me under
Police sweat my tip and keep harrassing
Trying to lock me up 'cause I keep on blasting
Community trying to shut me out
But the money keeps flowing and I got much clout
Wit the cluckers, the brother back street punk suckers
Try to break me out fool, you be a short muthafucka
Always strapping, eager to peal a cap
I set up a trap, put your foot to a nap
'Cause I grew up fast on the wrong side of the law
So watch me take 2 to your jaw
Don't enter my hood homeboy
Not a robocop, a robogansta, ready to destroy
I take chances 'cause life to be ain't no good
Growin' up in the hood
Life ain't nuttin but bitches and money
Where I'm at if you're soft, you're lost
Nuttin but bitches and money
1987, I'm back on the scene, out of jail, I'm legit
And I'm fucking up shit
I'm ready to peal a sucker's cap
And I heard that my hood was making snaps
As I precede to make my riches
Just like the neighborhood kingpin, pimp, and all these bitches
Task force trying to roll deep
But I'm playing these punk fools cheap
Niggas rolled by and try to blast, it didn't work
I seen the bullets flying and fool, I hit the dirt
Bullets fly through the window
Hits my brother, down goes my mother
As I'm rolling, I'm hitting my switches
Looking for the punk ass, sons of bitches
I found them, before I kill 'em, I said you fucked up good
Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood
[Chorus]
yea-a-a-a
A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
Wanted 'cause I'm serving them the potent fat rocks
And my face is like a household name
Everybody warns their kids about the dope game
But I'm still makin gmy profit
And the one time just can't stop it
So I keep hiding my face
No time to waste, they got me on the chase
Now the neighborhood's on my line
'Cause some punk ass fool had drop the dime
5-0 at my doo' at 8 o'clock
Rush to the toilet so I could flush the rock
Out the backdoor, freeze, I heard a shout
Am I sho', yo I guess I got no clout
But it's murder one, I'm the victim, damn, that ain't good
Growin' up in the hood
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