Compton's Most Wanted - Some May Know lyrics

[scratching] [King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat" [MC Eiht] Geah Geah Some n***as may know and some may not How the muthaf** we do it Some n***as may know and some may not Compton all day, come on Some n***as may know and some may not Original Compton's Most Geah [VERSE 1: MC Eiht] Y'all know this k**er muthaf**a from ah - way back Gun react, hit your chest in 8 seconds flat My mindstate is me against your spot and I'm heated Be the winner of the 10 pace, you screamin I cheated Sir Blast-a-Lot, hit your chestplate and it's burnin Pushin weight through your spot, all your money I'm earnin Hit the flo', the hot shells spit too fast Dr. No couldn't tell which way was the blast Money, cash (ching-ching) money, cash, hoes I be the cold n***a leavin your whole block froze You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend Hate the thug muthaf**as, hate the gang Compton hood n***as for life, we hoo-bang Get caught up, the lights went out, that's the good part Shoulda known, done f**ed up from the start [CHORUS x2: Tha Chill] Now some n***as may know, and some may not Been puttin it down for 12 straight Been through plenty headaches So give us a inch, we take the mile and keep runnin I'm sick of the homies askin when that real sh** comin [VERSE 2: Tha Chill] Wanna take a little trip, like war with us Kicked a little dust up, tryin to score with us What I can't understand while I just can't trust Like X Clan this sh** is 'vanglorious' Make a n***a wanna reach out and touch these fools Rough these fools, like Manson 'bout to cuff these fools Say you're thuggin, crippin, bloodin, but your a** is pretendin Hollywoodin and I'm scopin all them corners you bendin You see them n***as you chill with is the ones that's gon' get ya And them hoes you creepin with is them ones that gon' stick ya In his side like a leak, then your a** is leakin Homie, how I found out? Boy, you know I ain't speakin Just consider yourself gone by the end of the night ??Cause fools don't really own yo a** like a diamond bag pipe?? Make a story out your a** like Walter Cronkite Million muthaf**as swingin off the sh** that I write [CHORUS] [VERSE 3: Boom Bam] It's like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 The original CMW n***as is back up in the do' And I'm here to let you know that we're playin for keeps Don't be prayin up to God when we sprayin your peeps It's deep, yeah, Boom Bam had to wake up And realize the whole f**in crew was about to break up But f** that, why should we settle for less? Other n***as smokin chronic and you settle for stress? Now I don't know (know) if you heard (if you heard) About all the muthaf**in n***as we done served Words never slurred when I speak (when I speak) And bring the heat to clear you fools off your own street Now peep, I creep like a scorpion (like a scorpion) Boom Bam, but you can call me Kevorkian And I'm a**isting you in d**h if you need me My appetite to k**, n***as feed me [CHORUS] [Tha Chill] CMW one time, come on CMW two times, come on Yeah For the real-a** n***as and n**ettes Uknowmsayin [scratching] [King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat"