(feat. Havoc (SCC))



[HAVOC]

Ping, ping, ping, muthafucka, it's ricochet Havoc

Coming with the muthafuckin automatic

All niggas and bitches who ain't down with Eiht

I'm givin they ass much muthafuckin static

Geah like my nigga Eiht say, fuck 'em all



[EIHT]

Geah, doin it that thuggish way

Compton, come on



I got controversy like ????? since I hit the big time

Noses be sniffin' my fuckin ass to see what's mine (get 'em)

You best think twice tryin to take 

What they make

Punk bitch, I'm nuthin' nice (geah)

You need to shut your trap

This ain't no gangsta rap (get 'em)

It's gonna peel your cap

Keep snitchin', my fingers twitchin'

Never seen a muthafucka (get 'em)

Keeps bitchin, uh

We rolls through you

Who got beef? Teeth smacked out instomatic

Automatic static

You better be makin out your funeral plans

You gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c'mon geah)

I chalks up more points than basketball, now Kurtis Blow

Buck that Blow gots to go

Niggas run fast when we hoo-ride

When we spittin you gets banked up the blind side

Jealous fools keep on talking while you walking

Cause I'ma hit you up 

And say fuc em all



Somebody say fuc em all...



I like when niggas talk much shit about me, gots to smile

Let me know I've been on they mind for a while

Eiht this, Eiht that

Who's fucking Eiht

Who's sucking Eiht, wait

Wanna be in my pockets

Look it little hoe so bring that eye close, I'ma sock it

Test my gang affiliation 

And you gon' get hit, no shit, sent on a long vacation

Got my shit floatin just like pigeons, can't fake it

Damn sho' can't fake it so you wanna take it fools

Ducking, don't push me

Calling up bitches, wanna salt me up

To get the pussy

Get it on your own

If you can't get it, need to quit it

Bitch leave it alone

(Bitch) So don't run game with my name

If you do it's a damn shame, geah

So watch me ball as I stand tall

To yell fuc em all



Somebody yell fuc em all, it don' stop...



Bitches all up in my business

But they really can't tell what my game is (that's right)

Wanna know who I'm in, I hope the

Bitches stop gossippin'

Wishing they was Oprah

8 million stories is what they having

Save it

You got more drama than David (sorry-ass)

Pay no attention to bitches, fuck that

I gots no cheese for them first class hoodrats

Playing on my pager and my phone ain't no love at all 

But get your punk-ass nigga, friends to call

Uh, I gots no choice

"Fuck you bitch" comes straight out my voice

Not all ho's is bitches, y'know what I'm sayin'

But they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a nigga paying

These chips ain't for dippin

Keep that grand canyon pussy, ain't no whipping

So scoot that ass on before you get the boot

Geah all alone

It's like that 

In the nine to the six, uh

Fuc em all



Somebody yell fuc em all...



It don't stop...

In the muthafuckin house, nigga

Eihthype in the house

Nigga On The Run in the house

Little Hawk & Bird in the house

I say Da Foe in the house

Compton in this bitch