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
Artist: MC Eiht
Title: Nuthin' But The Gangsta