Compton's lynchin, motherfuckers with a left hook So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks So get a puff of the bomb as Compton shit And watch the A double M pop in a second clip And when I'm all finished unloadin' I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start explodin' So punk get your shit in gear Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike brings up the rear Now you're caught in a trap and you can't escape Made a bad mistake 'cause you dissed the Eiht You broke the penalty, punk start payin' And you're short, shorter than short, know what I'm sayin'? So step back, sorry clown, you ain't hittin' You gets no juice 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Fools gang way, ain't no time to play pussy Eiht is back to attack so don't push me Don't try to play with my rhyme, you can't stand this I'm from Compton so I don't give a fuck if you ban this I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' straight coat I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes Playin' me close will mean you're crossin' Eiht's line And that's not good for your health 'Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with The motherfuckin' power after hour No air to breath 'cause all the suckers, we devour So hang up your dreams of makin' snaps You won't make a penny with your fucked up raps So step back or it's your title I'm clinchin' Punk ass fool 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, now wait a minute, hey man, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers I guess I'll start droppin' these fools 'Cause they lyrics be like offendin' me So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy So make tracks or it's your fuckin' hood, I'll blow down One on one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple Put the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple No explanations on why I did it When they ask, I tell 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted So, now I leave his homie's in grief I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef And the Eiht ain't bullshittin' G I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me So raise the fuck up 'cause the Eiht ain't trippin' Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin' And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension Word 'em up G 'cause Compton's lynchin Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers You give up? I see you're sweatin' like crazy Eiht'll stay cool 'cause fool you tried to faze me Your rhymes are washed up, your beats are fucked You're just a victim punk, you'll get stuck By a brother with a evil vengeance And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this And if you're caught in the crossfire, it's like that I mean the shootin' of lyrics or the damn gatt And geah, Eiht is back Teamin' up with the Mike on the sneak attack So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix As my DJ Mike T fuck with the turntable tricks So take flicks 'cause you're all on his dick And it's makin' me sick as he start to do a trick So raise the fuck up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin' Word 'em up G, Compton's lynchin Compton, oh oh , get your ass up, what's up nigga? Now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, shit, punk ass nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, Compton's in the house, motherfucker Compton's in the house, motherfuckers, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton's in the house, motherfuckers Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers © MUSIC CORPORATION OF AMERICA; BRIGHT LIGHT MUSIC INC; GRANDMA'S HANDS MUSIC; VRIJON MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com