Do this muthafuckin' shit right though

We in the muthafuckin' house

Geah

In the muthafuckin' house

Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house

Boom Bam, Tha Chill

MC Eiht in the house

And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah



[THA CHILL]

I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk

Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump

Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck

For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh

Muthafuckas best to run and duck

Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck

Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola

Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller

I got my heat on the front of the seat

Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun

Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1

Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung

So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang

And we can get in the street and throw them thangs

Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah

Fool I'm holdin' the trigger

Finger got the itch, uh, stitch 

Or better yet chalk 'em up

I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?

Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga

1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga



Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill

We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill...

Boom Bam in the house



Where you from nigga?



[BOOM BAM]

I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N

Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin

One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper

Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper

Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at

Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at

Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars & Sense

I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga

Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick

Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit

So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back

Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at

You best to watch your back

Cause I be creepin' through your hood 

Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat

Just hopin' that I see you

To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through

Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas

Geah, cause we them killin' niggas



Chorus...



[EIHT]

Don't be slippin' on this side of town

Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down

And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this

You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty

Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga

Nigga how'd you figure?

You better be diggin a bigger ditch

Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped

I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop

Geah, fool

Original Baby Gangsta

I'ma pull 

My shit 

Then watch - it spit

Ooh, the fire

The hollow points flyin'

Hear the screams of your bitch 

While you dyin' (geah)

Lyin' on your back

Tryin' to get ????

Never seen a man cry

Until he seems dead

As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass

Better dash before your dead 

By these killin' niggas



Chorus...



Geah

In the muthafuckin' house

The Eihthype thugs, uh

Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin'

????? to the 9-6

We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh

Don't fuck around know I'm sayin'

C'mon sayin'

Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets