Mc Eiht

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eihts in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah
And it aint nothin but a compton thang yall
And we aint nuttin but niggaz on the run
And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah
A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
Its got me in the state where I dont give a damn, hmm
Somebody help me, but nah they dont hear me though
I guess Ill be another victim of the ghetto
Aint no escapin, cause Im way too young
Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
That hed go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that aint no good
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
And wheres the role model?
Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
They done drove my moms in-sane
So I guess I gotta do work so I aint finished
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on yall
Streiht up menace
Now Im of age, and livin in the projects
Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks
Im Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin hood would take me under
Gyeah, Im kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs}
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
Now hes got the strap to my homies head
See him play that shit cool, and dont be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the fuckin head
I caught one in the shoulder, if I didnt run I was dead
Now Im layin in the hospital bed
Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah motherfuckers, I aint finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, whassup yall
Streiht up menace .. damn!
Really..
Streiht up menace .. damn!
Im in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I just cant sleep
One-Times tryin to do a smooth, creep
And on top of that
Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
I aint got time for the fuckin bitchs story
Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
And aint no "You Can Get the Fist"
Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause I dont wanna punk out
Oh what should I do? The homies say
"The hoods where its good, homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look whos down, I guess Im finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uhh, come on yall
Streiht up menace .. damn!
And on and on
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggaz on the run
And it aint nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
Just like I said before yall
It aint nuttin but a compton thang
And MC Eihts in the house for the 93 shot
And this ones for the niggaz, gyea
[ Streiht Up Menace Lyrics ]