Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot 

MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah 

And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all 

And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run 

And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah 



A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am 

It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm 

Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though 

I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto 

Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young 

Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung

Scheamin off the top, pops never figured

That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga 

Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good

Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood 

And where's the role model? 

Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle! 

Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain 

They done drove my moms in-sane

So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished

I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah



Uhh, come on y'all 

Streiht up menace 



Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects 

Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks 

I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder 

That the motherfuckin hood would take me under 

Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps 

Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs}

See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack

Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back 

Now he's got the strap to my homie's head 

See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool! 

He shot my nigga in the fuckin head 

I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead 

Now I'm layin in the hospital bed 

Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red 

Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished

Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah



Uhh, whassup y'all 

Streiht up menace .. damn! 

Really..

Streiht up menace .. damn! 



I'm in too deep 

I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep 

One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep 

And on top of that 

Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats 

I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story 

Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory 

And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist"

Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk 

What is it all about? 

Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out 

Oh what should I do?  The homies say 

"The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew"

So in the process to show the hood my best 

No time to react, caught two in the chest 

Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished 

I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah 



Uhh, come on y'all 

Streiht up menace .. damn! 

And on and on 

I guess we outta here 

Peace to my niggaz on the run 

And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!

Just like I said before y'all 

It ain't nuttin but a compton thang 

And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot 

And this one's for the niggaz, gyea