[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geyeah, we in the motherf**in house
Eiht Hype in the motherf**in house, geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherf**in house
My n***as on the Run in the motherf**in house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherf**in house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' ho
[Verse One: MC Eiht]
It makes me want to jack motherf**ers in the fog
Let them hood rat b**hes know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a n***a, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherf**in, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your a**, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad a** rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And b**hes can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
n***as 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 f**in copper
It's do or die, motherf**ers die
n***as from the Compton streets so don't even try, n***a
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me
[Hook]
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 motherf**in K
It's your one eight seven proof a** n***a from the Bay
Run up because uh my gat's quick, to slap sh**, pistol-whip they a**
I'mma do the blastin, Eiht you get cash and
Dash, the f** out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the next n***a that's how we runnin up
I pulls my hat to the back and I slide when a motherf**a peelin his cap
Pick out my nine millimeter uzi -- barrel chrome, handle plastic
So k**amatic k**amatic, k**aman k**aman with me Glock
Piggedy pop motherf**a, watch em drop, motherf**a
Just a G, comin' up out the Bay with a fat AK
Put it in your face and split your wig n***a, zag to zig n***a
Disrespect me I'mma bank ya
Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherf**in East Bay Gangsta
[Hook]
[Verse Three: Redman]
Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like The Blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
f** a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman b**h you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
It's that funk deceased n***a comin thru b**h so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
To a b**h-a** whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pa** the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pa** the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!
[Hook]
[Verse Four: MC Eiht]
Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin with my starched up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh a** Pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
f** it, I'mma violate probation
No one gave a mad f** about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Pops boned out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they buyin' from me
Rollin in the Trey on f**in gold d's
Nuthin but the motherf**in gangsta in me, geyeah
[Outro]
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 Oz in the motherf**in house
n***as on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah