Wake your punk ass up for the shot.
MC8's in the motherfucking house.
Gia.
And it ain't nothing but a Compton thing y'all.
And we ain't nothing but niggas on the run And this goes out to my niggas
Yeah.
A fucked up childhood is right the way I am.
It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn.
Mmm, somebody help me, but nah, they don't hear me, though.
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto.
Ain't no escaping, cause I'm way too young.
Pops is dealing, and on top of that, got mom sprung, scheming off the top.
Pops never figured that he'd go down by the hands of another nigger.
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good.
Got to follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood and was the role model.
Niggas puttin' boo in my fuckin' baby bottle Damn, and through all the motherfuckin' pain They done drove my moms in
Same.
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished.
I grow up to be a straight up menace.
Gia.
Uh... Come on, y'all.
Straight up menace.
Now I'm of age and living in the projects, getting paid off the clerks and the county checks.
I'm telling you, first shot of high school.
Never did I wonder that the motherfucking hood would take me under.
Gee, I'm kicking it with the homies and they got the straps off to the corner store owned by the fucking hood.
See a bitch in the right lane, so I comes with the Mac.
Astro Van pulls a motherfucking jack from the back.
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head Say him play this shit cool and don't be a fool
He shot my nigga in the fucking head I caught one in the shoulder If I didn't run, I was dead
Now I'm laying in the hospital bed.
Thinking about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red.
Yeah, motherfuckers, I ain't finished.
Be on the lookout for the straight up minutes to cheer.
What's up, y'all?
Straight up menace.
Damn.
Well, yeah.
Straight up nimmies.
Damn.
I'm in too deep.
I dig you up the motherfucker and I just can't sleep.
One time's trying to do a smooth creep And on top of that
Niggas after me for fucking one of they hood rats.
I ain't got time for the fucking bitches story.
Niggas want me, gotta come to my territory.
And ain't no you can get the fist.
Niggas come and they get done on they own risk.
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay?
Cause I don't wanna punk out.
Oh, what should I do?
The homies say the hood's where it's good.
Homeboy, I thought you knew.
So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I go out like a straight up menace, cheer
Uh... Come on, y'all.
straight-up menace.
Damn.
And on that note, I guess we outta here.
Peace to my niggas on the run.
And we ain't never straight up minutes to stand.
Just like I said before, y'all,
It ain't nothing but a cop that I am.
NMCX in the house for the shot.
And it's once for the niggas.
Yeah.
