[O Dawg from Menace II Society] "Oh n***a guess what! Word got back about the little marks who jacked you! I know where they be kickin it at Down with a 187?" [EIHT] Eeerrr... Geah Geah In the muthaf**in house, fool For the 9 to the fizive-O The Eihthype thugs in the muthaf**in house Geah And like my n***a E-40 say: We got a colloseum of muthaf**as in here Tha Eihthype thugs C.M.W N.O.T.R Lil Hawk & Bird Da Foe I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin We don't be playin, fools runnin at the f**in lip Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin When the 9 mill starts unloadin You better be watchin what you sayin Cause n***as from 159th ain't playin Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block Ma** hysteria, your b**h-a** gettin scarier Don't wanna catch the slug But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this Report your homies for domestic violence For beatin your b**h a** up and down the block Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that a** [O Dawg from Menace II Society] "Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em sh** it ain't that hard" [EIHT] I'mma tell you 'bout the time that we first met The story that you told was some fake bullsh** It was me and Chill my pal The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral It was you and then about five of y'all hangin Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin (Ain't nuthin but marks) Approached me with your "P" hat But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that But I'm knowin I'm a n***a you love to hate But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin David Blake: you fake as f**! I mack your a** like a muthaf**in truck I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini Oh geah, just like I said before Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick Little trick named Quik Geah, quick to get f**ed one time You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine And n***a, checks this Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles n***as should've just told me that you was a mark and I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park (You know where we from) Can't fade it, better fear it Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your f**in lyrics Playin around with the hood you get got Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got You and that fake muthaf**a who wrote your rap My n***a Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap No muthaf**in truce Get the a** cracked over the dome with the f**in deuce-deuce Don't make me have to act up Cause you's a frail muthaf**a with no back up Original bangin on wax, n***a, you fake 'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape Original Compton representin to the T Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's Go run right through you And before we k** off, remember the 'niew did it to you Slick talkin, fast walkin n***a, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver? You ain't worth a penny Never had a damn eye, dotted so many Times, two times, three times You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo' And if you wanna get with this you best to dash Geah, cause I'mma tap that a** West Side Fool, you can't f** with the gangsta n***as Uh Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know? I likes that, 'the new style' for that a** 9 to the fizive-0, fool You can't f** with these k**as So stay the f** back And rounds up your little homies and sh** Cause we comes a 159 deep n***a True Blue from the streets Wessyyyde