Kn**ety-knock, kn**ety knock, knock, knock,
Punk guess who's back, geah its that compton n***a.
How'd you figure?
That i'd give your a** the first jump,
Sorry fool, the eiht dont sleep chump.
Some want me to stop with the violence.
Some say, take a code of silence.
But you'll get the mutherf**ing middle finger
Cause eiht won't be no rap-pop singer.
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black no [huh]
>from the depths of hell as i bell,
Fresh outta jail, n***a might as well
Get too drunk and hit the f**ing blunt,
Then peel your cap back sorry punk.
Back in your sh** so here we go.
Mutherf**ers hit the floor.
[squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off]
[n***a, i'm a trigger happy n***a...]
Shiggety sh**s gonna hit the fan jack.
When i'm blunted off the mutherf**in chronic sack.
Geah, so hit the floor when i co*k the gatt.
Bloods goin' spill when i rat-tat-tat.
b**hes scream, n***as yell,
3 days later left is a f**ed up smell.
Coming from the compton psycho.
Can you f** with me? i dont think so.
I got the mind of a lunitic
And i'll f** you quick, so you can s** a fat dick.
And take that sh** to the bank.
So on the way the eiht can gank.
And my style aint friendly often,
Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin.
I dont think you can deal no more.
C-m-w say hit the f**ing floor.
Punk a** n***a! back in your sh** for the nine-duece to get loose.
Eihthype in the mutherf**ing house...geah.