Wake your punk ass up for the shot.
MC8's in the motherfucking house.
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, it threw all the motherfuckin'
They done drove my moms insane 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 up 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 picking 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 Bam pulls a motherfucking jack from the back.
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head.
Say him play the shit cool and don't be a fool.
He shot my nigga in the fuckin' 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.
Yeah.
Straight up menace.
Damn.
Willie.
Willie.
Straight up nimmies.
Damn.
I'm in too deep.
I dicked out 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 best.
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
straight-up menace.
Damn.
And on that note, I guess we out of 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 competent thing.
And MC8's in the house for the shot.
And this one's for the niggas.
Yeah.
