Mc Eiht

(feat. Mack 10)
[EIHT]
Geah
Thug shit, nigga
Gs in the Y-2-K
Hey, what can I say? (geah)
Hoo-Bangins official, nigga
And right now we gon do some of that thug shit for that ass (killa)
Geah, thats makin me wanna do some of that evil shit (West Side!)
Check it out
[EIHT]
Feel a little gust of wind so I jet
This real nigga dwells from Compton, no shit
Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales
County bus rolls through - niggas trips to jail
What the hell wont trade it, high class cant fade it
Out of town trips with pigeons is how we made it
Yall niggas hate to get a dubs and rocks
Land of the green weed and cars that ???? hops
Dont stop - packin my heat and Beretta
Guarantee my hollows goes tough through your leather
Whenever the rhyme play or the 9 play (ping ping!)
Its a done deal when I hit you run way
Yall niggas must be gay, smilin and shakin
How this bitch greed shakin up money, we keep mention
Never fakin the funk, punk, I pops the trunk
4-5 hittin yo body, takin a big chunk, geah
Till I die nuthin but makin cheese
Till I die tryin to come up on kis
Till I die nuthin but guns and weed
Till I die givin you just what you need
[EIHT]
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Steel is my reputation, caps get peeled
Front line nigga for dollars is my nigga
But Im kinda fast when they spit the 9 triggers
Till my dying day I lay away
Till my very last breath, nigga, I swear to make you pay
Guilty conscience? Never me!
Last night nigga done caught a felony
Jealousy try to approach, wanna promote
Then provoke through gun smoke, watch out, loc!
Shake down cause these niggas fuckin with yours
Get in where you fit in even if its a back door
Or the window, tie up the ho, wheres the scope?
Trying to hand me you popped, youre booked, I want more
Lock down for me on the bus downtown
Now my - outlook is a sad-faced clown, geah
[Chorus...]
[MACK 10]
Till I die is gon be H double O
B-A-N-G-I-N fo sho
Niggas never thought that they would ever see me
With my - eh - blue rag buddy from the C-P-T
We be kickin in dos, sweevin 4-4s
Shovin 30 clips in a fully Mack 1-0s
So as the clock tickin - and the plot thickens
We be juggin up Sherman - and rockin up chicken
(What you need, nigga?)
Time to elevate the game and turn it up a notch
And bust on the muthafuckin neighborhood watch
My money greener than a clover - in a 4-6 Rover
I be a millionaire thuggin until its all over
I take a ice cold 40 of Cristal and what they servin
Me and a Persian hoe in a 6-4 blowin doja while we swervin
Keep that off the hood, greed and determination in my eye, nigga
Be my piece of the pie, nigga, so I ride until I die,nigga
[Chorus...]
[ Till I Die Lyrics ]