The Murda Show (feat. MC Eiht)

Damn, Eiht

What the fuck we gonna do now?

I don't know homeboy, you know what I'm sayin'? But I'll tell you like this

We gon' bust some ass for the 93 shot

Right, these motherfuckers don't understand we ain't from around here

That's alright, you know what I'm sayin'?

'Cause we ain't takin' no shorts, you know what I'm sayin'

Compton meets the motherfuckin' bay town ****

So step the fuck off this, you know what I'm sayin'?

My **** spice get with 'em

You see, I'm nothin' but a Mac-10 shooter

Killer man looter on the creep with the Glock, got it cocked picidy pop

I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone, ****

Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger

Motherfuckin' flashbacks of ****'s bodies rip

From the AK blast on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe

Creep slow and watch the blood hit the fuckin' flo'

It's the goddamn murda show

Starring a **** in black wearin' a weed hat creepin' low

And co-starring is a psycho motherfucker

He grew up in Compton, bustin' caps at the cluckers

His name is MC motherfuckin' Eiht

He got the Uzi weigh a ton, eatin' **** like a steak on a plate

So **** get your popcorn and peanuts 'cause we nuts and we know

Sit back and watch a **** murda at the murda show

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the **** from Compton that's stompin'

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the **** from Compton that's stompin'

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

****, shut your fuckin' trap, yeah your punk ass is sure

Sure that they sew when I peel your cap

The slide the slick, suck my dick

No mistaking, I bring home greens, fuck the bacon

The big black neck getting motherfuckers sprung

They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue

Eiht, Spice-1, kickin' much ass for fun

Ain't nothin' but some **** sold the one

Fools need to stay the fuck 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 fuckin' pants

I pump' dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin' said

Even your skinny ass dead

I can't sleep 'cause it's time to go

Fool or I'll be late for the murda show ****

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the **** from Compton that's stompin'

Raise up off my jock with the **** that I Glock

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the **** from Compton that's stompin'

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

Step in to the torture chamber, ****, let me torture

Hangers on your motherfuckin' back bring ya scorcher

Psychopathic mad man, dead body chucker

Quick to pull the trigger on another motherfucker

Slangin' to the bass head, bitches in the alley

Killin' for my motherfuckin' cash in recally

My **** MC Eiht will make the getaway drive

I got the gat hangin' up out the motherfuckin' ride

**** be getting the duck sit fuckin' with the player

Sprayer layer **** out with the shout of the T-T-TEC

Mic motherfuckin' check one stabbin' ****

Up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns

My Uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump

The motherfuckin' hollow head his chest thump, thump

And all the **** leave his bloody body in the dust

One **** dead, 17 caps bust

That's how the **** do this shit 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 motherfuckin' murda show

187, the 187, the 187, the 187

The 187, the 187, the 187, the 187

The 187, the posse, the 187, the posse

Yah, man, is the **** MC Eiht in the motherfuckin' house, blaow

We got my **** over in the motherfuckin' house

187-Fac, man, fuck 'em up man, fire up the block, man

Fuck them ****, me got me **** G-Nut

Me **** Dan Fin and me **** E-V, blaow

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the **** from Compton that's stompin'

Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock

A to the motherfuckin' K

187 proof ass **** from the bay (murda show)

Yeah, and you ask me to stay the fuck down

Bangin' from Compton and the bay town

Yeah, come on

Uh, Spice-1 and MC Eiht

And that eases the nine

You know what I'm sayin'?