Compton's Most Wanted - Hit The Floor lyrics

Kn**ety-knock, kn**ety knock, knock, knock, Punk guess who's back, geah its that compton n***a. How'd you figure? That i'd give your a** the first jump, Sorry fool, the eiht dont sleep chump. Some want me to stop with the violence. Some say, take a code of silence. But you'll get the mutherf**ing middle finger Cause eiht won't be no rap-pop singer. Now you still want me to flip flop Straight black no [huh] >from the depths of hell as i bell, Fresh outta jail, n***a might as well Get too drunk and hit the f**ing blunt, Then peel your cap back sorry punk. Back in your sh** so here we go. Mutherf**ers hit the floor. [squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off] [n***a, i'm a trigger happy n***a...] Shiggety sh**s gonna hit the fan jack. When i'm blunted off the mutherf**in chronic sack. Geah, so hit the floor when i co*k the gatt. Bloods goin' spill when i rat-tat-tat. b**hes scream, n***as yell, 3 days later left is a f**ed up smell. Coming from the compton psycho. Can you f** with me? i dont think so. I got the mind of a lunitic And i'll f** you quick, so you can s** a fat dick. And take that sh** to the bank. So on the way the eiht can gank. And my style aint friendly often, Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin. I dont think you can deal no more. C-m-w say hit the f**ing floor. Punk a** n***a! back in your sh** for the nine-duece to get loose. Eihthype in the mutherf**ing house...geah.