Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house
Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
My N**s on the Run in the motherfuckin house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' ho
It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat b**s know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a n**a, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And b**s can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
N**s got beef cuz 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**n copper
It's do or die, motherfuckers die
N**s from the Compton streets so don't even try, n**a
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah Spice 1 come down
I am a G, yes I'm only a G
Walks like a G, talks like a G
So A to the motherfuckin K
It's your one eight seven proof ass n**a from the Bay
Run up because uh my gat's quick, to slap s**t, pistol-whip they ass
I'mma do the blastin, Eiht you get cash and
Dash, the f**k out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the next n**a that's how we runnin up
I pulls my hat to the back and I slide when a m**a peelin his cap
Pick out my nine millimeter uzi -- barrel chrome, handle plastic
So killamatic killamatic, killaman killaman with me Glock
Piggedy pop m**a, watch em drop, m**a
Just a G, comin' up out the Bay with a fat AK
Put it in your face and split your wig n**a, zag to zig n**a
Disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta
Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like The Blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
F**k a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman b**h you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to Japan 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 snatch the Beauty from the Beast
It's that funk deceased n**a comin thru b**h so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
To a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pass 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!
Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin with my starched up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh ass 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**k it, I'mma violate probation
No one gave a mad f**k about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Pops boned 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 buyin' from me
Rollin in the Trey on f**n gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah
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 motherfuckin house
N**s on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
Nuthin but the gangsta Geyeah
