Mc Eiht - Nuthin' But The Gangsta Lyrics
Intro: mc eihtGeyeah, we in the mother*****in houseEiht hype in the mother*****in house, geyeah1/2 oz in the mother*****in houseMy niggaz on the run in the mother*****in houseLil hawk and burn in the mother*****in house, geyeahAnd aint no love in the nine-fo hoeVerse one: mc eihtIt makes me want to jack mother*****ers in the fogLet them hood rat *****es know the true meaning of a dogMakes me want to be a nigga, for hireLet five-oh feel the mother*****in, fi-yahHold my nuts and make my cashBreak this ten and a half off in your ass, uhhWalkin with a strap and a bad ass rapYou get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huhAnd *****es cant hang with the packFools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right backNiggaz got beef cuz eiht hypes a mackAnd since the age of thirteen, Ive been packinFool I slang a gang of twenty bagsThick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sagAlways on the lookout for the, helicopterBlast from the ak fill the *****in copperIts do or die, mother*****ers dieNiggaz from the compton streets so dont even try, niggaYou get slugs from the stub for offendin meNuthin but the gangsta in meChorus:Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3x)Spice 1 come downVerse two: spice 1I am a g, yes Im only a gWalks like a g, talks like a gSo a to the mother*****in kIts your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bayMurder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they assIma do the blast, then eiht you get cash inDash, the ***** out the cutFifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga thats how we runnin upI-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-i-smile-but-a-mother*****er-peelin-his-capPicked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plasticSay killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glockPiggedy pop mother*****er, watch em drop, mother*****erJust a g, comin up out the bay with a akPut it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig niggaDisrespect me ima bank yaCuz Im nuthin but a mother*****in east bay gangstaChorus:Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)Ha ha, come on niggaVerse three: redmanCheck it outOh my god! I destroy cities like the blobDroppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to cape cod***** a job, my organization runs like the mobThe original joe pex flex, redman ***** you better ask somebodPrepare to slam from here to japan with jamsIm from the jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four andI cant march on swap meets, yall duck sects I dissectsBut I pack a nine gat and the cops, still dont know where mines atBlack, huh!! I snatch the beauty from the beastIts that funk deceased nigga comin thru ***** so grab your hairpeaceI got the gangsta in me plus Im not friendlyTo a *****-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the indyNow let me spice the track up, mc eiht pass the bone so I can get liftedAnd a head can get blown when bronx pass the biscuitI drop the funk and drop a body to show Im seriousThe gangsta means Im live, rappin from new jersey, period!!Chorus:Nuthin but the gangsta (8x)Verse four: mc eihtHit the weights everyday like popeye the sailorBailin with my squashed up khakis and chuck taylorsJust touched down from san quentinHand me that fresh ass pendleton, uhh!Its nuthin but the gang, thingMakes me hit the corner and slangBoard and quarter about a hundred timesDont be servin no dubs and dimesBut I do it, no hesitation***** it, ima violate probationNo one gave a mad ***** about meSince the age of eight I roamed the halls of lbPops thrown out never had a big brotherPut on the set when I could pick the right colorThe homey put me down on a half a birdTurned it into key now they bomb for meRollin in the trey on *****in gold dsNuthin but the mother*****in gangsta in me, geyeahOutro:Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeahNuthin but the gangsta- come downAnd thats how its going downThats how its going down, uhh1/2 oz in the mother*****in houseNiggaz on the run, lil hawk and burnNuthin but the gangsta (4x)Geyeah
