(spice-1) Damn eiht What the f** we gonna do now? (mc eiht) I don't know homeboy youknowi'msayin? But i'll tell you like this We gonna bust some a** for the ninety-three shot (spice-1) Right, these motherf**ers don't understand We ain't from around here (mc eiht) That's all right youknowi'msayin? Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowi'msayin? Compton meets the motherf**in bay town n***a So step the f** off this youknowi'msayin? My n***a spice get with em (spice-1) Ya see i'm nothin but a mac-10 shooter k**er man looter on the creep with the glock Got it co*ked picidy pop I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone n***a Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger Motherf**in flash backs of n***a's bodies rip From the ak blast on that a** hollow point to the tip to the toe Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f**in flo' It's the goddamn murda show Starring a n***a in black wearin a weed hat creepin low And co-starring is a psycho motherf**er He grew up in compton bustin caps at the cluckers His name is mc motherf**in eiht He got the uzi weigh a ton eatin n***as like a steak on a plate So n***a get your popcorn and peanuts cause we nuts and we know Sit back and watch a n***a murda at the murda show (chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht) A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock (mc eiht) n***a shut your f**in trap, yeah your punk a** is sure Sure that they sew when i peel your cap The slide the slick, s** my dick No mistaking i bring home greens, f** the bacon The big black neck getting motherf**ers sprung They'll be put in the trash by this compton tongue Eiht, spice-1, kickin much a** for fun Ain't nothin but some n***a sold the one Fools need to stay the f** down They can't hang when we bang from compton and the bay town It's like the last dance or your last chance When i reach in for the strap in my f**in pants I ?pump? dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said Even your skinny a** dead, i can't sleep cause it's time to go Fool or i'll be late for the murda show n***a (chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht) A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin Raise up off my jock with the n***as that i glock A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin Raise up off my jock with the fools that i glock (spice-1) Step in to the torture chamber n***a let me torture Hangers on your motherf**in back bring ya scorcher Psychopathic madmen dead body chucker Quick to pull the trigger on another motherf**er Slangin to the ba** head b**hes in the alley k**in for my motherf**in money in recally My n***a mc eiht will make the getaway drive I got the gat hangin up out the motherf**in ride n***as be getting the duck sit f**in with the player, sprayer layer n***a out with the shout of the t-t-tech, mic motherf**in check one Stabbin n***as up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns My uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump The motherf**in hollow head his chest thump, thump And all the n***as leave his bloody body in the dust One-n***a dead seventeen caps bust That's how the n***as do this sh** where i'm from Red-rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb, dumb I got the glock and i'm headin for the liquor store Me and eiht are two-eleven at the motherf**in murda show (chorus: spice-1 & mc eiht) A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and it's the n***a from compton that's stompin Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock A to the motherf**in k 187 proof a** n***a from the bay (murda show) Yeah, and you ask me to stay the f** down Bangin from compton and the bay town (mc eiht) Yeah, come on Uh, spice-1 and mc eiht And that eases the nine youknowi'msayin?