Mc Eiht - Nuthin' But The Gangsta lyrics

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Mc Eiht - Nuthin' But The Gangsta lyrics

Intro: mc eiht Geyeah, we in the motherf**in house Eiht hype in the motherf**in house, geyeah 1/2 oz in the motherf**in house My n***az on the run in the motherf**in house Lil hawk and burn in the motherf**in house, geyeah And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe Verse one: mc eiht It makes me want to jack motherf**ers in the fog Let them hood rat b**hes know the true meaning of a dog Makes me want to be a n***a, for hire Let five-oh feel the motherf**in, fi-yah Hold my nuts and make my cash Break this ten and a half off in your a**, uhh Walkin with a strap and a bad a** rap You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh And b**hes can't hang with the pack Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back n***az got beef cuz eiht hype's a mack And since the age of thirteen, i've been packin Fool i slang a gang of twenty bags Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag Always on the lookout for the, helicopter Blast from the ak fill the f**in copper It's do or die, motherf**ers die n***az from the compton streets so don't even try, n***a You get slugs from the stub for offendin me Nuthin but the gangsta in me Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x) Spice 1 come down Verse two: spice 1 I am a g, yes i'm only a g Walks like a g, talks like a g So a to the motherf**in k It's your one-eight-seven crew a** n***a from the bay Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap sh**, pistol-whip they a** I'ma do the blast, then eiht you get cash in Dash, the f** out the cut Fifty bullets up in the nuts, n***a that's how we runnin up I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-motherf**er-peelin-his-cap Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic Say k**amatic,k**amatic,k**amatic,k**aman with me glock Piggedy pop motherf**er, watch em drop, motherf**er Just a g, comin up out the bay with a ak Put it in your face to split your wig n***a, zag to zig n***a Disrespect me i'ma bank ya Cuz i'm nuthin but a motherf**in east bay gangsta Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta (3x) Ha ha, come on n***a Verse three: redman Check it out Oh my god! i destroy cities like the blob Droppin trunks of funk and i blast a punk from here to cape cod f** a job, my organization runs like the mob The original joe pex flex, redman b**h you better ask somebod Prepare to slam from here to japan with jams I'm from the jersey section and i keep it real for ninety-four and I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects i dissects But i pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at Black, huh!! i snatch the beauty from the beast It's that funk deceased n***a comin thru b**h so grab your hairpeace I got the gangsta in me plus i'm not friendly To a b**h-a** whose mouth runs more laps than the indy Now let me spice the track up, mc eiht pa** the bone so i can get lifted And a head can get blown when bronx pa** the biscuit I drop the funk and drop a body to show i'm serious The gangsta means i'm live, rappin from new jersey, period!! Chorus: Nuthin but the gangsta (8x) Verse four: mc eiht Hit the weights everyday like popeye the sailor Bailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylors Just touched down from san quentin Hand me that fresh a** pendleton, uhh! It's nuthin but the gang, thing Makes me hit the corner and slang Board and quarter about a hundred times Don't be servin no dubs and dimes But i do it, no hesitation f** it, i'ma violate probation No one gave a mad f** about me Since the age of eight i roamed the halls of lb Pops thrown out never had a big brother Put on the set when i could pick the right color The homey put me down on a half a bird Turned it into key now they bomb for me Rollin in the trey on f**in gold d's Nuthin but the motherf**in gangsta in me, geyeah Outro: Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah Nuthin but the gangsta- come down And that's how it's going down That's how it's going down, uhh 1/2 oz in the motherf**in house n***az on the run, lil hawk and burn Nuthin but the gangsta (4x) Geyeah