[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
Kn**ety-knock, kn**ety knock, knock, knock
Punk guess who's back, yeah 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 motherf**ing middle finger
Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black, no [?]
From the depths of hell as I bail
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
Motherf**ers hit the floor
[Hook x2]
Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
n***a, I'm a trigger happy n***a...
[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
Shiggety-sh**s gonna hit the fan Jack
When I'm blunted off the mutherf**in chronic sack
Yeah, so hit the floor when I co*k the gatt
Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat
b**hes scream, n***as yell
Three 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 ain't 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
[Outro]
Punk a** n***a! Back in your sh** for the nine-duece to get loose
Eiht hype in the mutherf**ing house...Geah