MC Eiht

Killin Nigguz

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Do this muthafuckin' shit right though
We in the muthafuckin' house
In the muthafuckin' house
Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house
Boom bam, tha chill
Mc eiht in the house
And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah

[tha chill]
I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
Muthafuckas best to run and duck
Cause that nigga named chill still don't give a fuck
Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola
Call me chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
Niggas on the run, hah, click number 1
Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung
So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga
1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga

Autor(es): A. Tyler / T. Allen