Nuthin' But The Gangsta - MC Eiht

featuring Spice 1  Redman 

Intro: MC Eiht 

Geyeah  we in the motherfuckin house 
Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house  geyeah 
1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house 
My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house 
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house  geyeah 
And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe 

Verse One: MC Eiht 

It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog 
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog 
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire 
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah 
Hold my nuts and make my cash 
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh 
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap 
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh 
And bitches can't hang with the pack 
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back 
Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack 
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin 
Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags 
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag 
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter 
Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper 
It's do or die, motherfuckers die 
Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga 
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me 
Nuthin but the gangsta in me 

Chorus: 

Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X) 
Spice 1 come down 

Verse Two: Spice 1 

I am a G, yes I'm only a G 
Walks like a G, talks like a G 
So A to the motherfuckin K 
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay 
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass 
I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in 
Dash, the