[MC Eiht]

Hehe

Hey Chill, man

Remember back in '87 when the homies was chillin at the high school?



[Tha Chill MC]

He

Yeah, you're talkin 'bout way back then, huh?

When homies was like hangin and bangin back then



[MC Eiht]

Couldn't face the facts

Homies was gettin rolled on and taken out



[Tha Chill MC]

Geah man

I know what you're talkin about, man

Won't you like it, kick the old school



[VERSE 1: MC Eiht]

Let me take a trip back down memory lane

To explain how I attained the name

Of a Compton criminal, part time player

Fresh off the streets turned cool rhyme sayer

Had to get away from the gangs and crime

Didn't learn my lesson young, Eiht was doin some time

For a GTA, grand theft auto

I musta was buzzed off the chicken bottle

Took a look at my life, how the style was goin

I was stuck in my tracks and yo, it wasn't flowin

Time went by, as my life progressed

I was handed a class 1 MC test

Could I fly straight and make it in the big leagues?

I guess the army was out cause I smoked big [edited]

Took a chance and said what the hell can I loose?

Be a MC or jailed sportin county blues

It was a rough ride, suckers clowned and gave me trouble

Heard a pimp popped, stopped, there's a busted bubble

I got dissed, ganked, laughed, shanked, stuck

In street terms (Eiht was down on his luck)

I got deep into it, had the fools like peepin

Word up punk, ain't no sleepin

It's dedicted to all them sorry clowns that hated

CMW's rollin, geah (we made it)



[VERSE 2: Tha Chill MC]

Yo, take a chill pill, Chill's about to speak, so hand a

Mike straight snatches innocent bystanders

My childhood was good, had not troubles at home

I was young in age but in the mind I was grown

Just like a outcast on my family tree

Said I'd be from a gang and run with the E

Jackin and fightin was first priority

LP lock down on a young minority

My lifestyle was based on the color of a rag

Just like a one way ticket to a bodybag

It ain't the image I had, it's the image you get

When you don't take nothin and you're down for the set

I had to play my cards right because my style was in cue

And proof to the suckers that Tha C ain't souped

They didn't believe I'd turn out for the best

To come out of a hole and come out fresh

Some still don't accept how I came up on it

Now the only thing I claim is Compton's Most Wanted

I sized up, wised up from doin the dirt

Get a clap, killin suckers puttin in work

Took the right road cause on the strength I'm proud to be black

And you can't be proud if your ass is jack

If it's a doubt you can't get out, boy, save it

Tha Chill know what's up and yo (we made it)



[VERSE 3: MC Eiht]

It's hard tryin to make a name for yourself

And if there's suckers with beef, it really don't help

They try to knock E for the hard style that I'm givin

Can't rap themselves so they offer criticism

Forget that, cause I won't come up short for nobody

Promotin no violence, just promotin hype parties

It takes a lot to be a dope rapper

It don't take jack to be a toe-tapper

Quite difficult, there's a lot of troubles involved

In fact, a lot of questions left unsolved

Do the right thing, forget about a g-a-n-g

Cause you might lose your life for the s-e-t

All this dealin, killin, stealin

To E, boy, is straight up illin

As you can see, who gives a damn how you're livin

Because in this world there's all takin and no givin

Word, homie, I don't get it

Bangin and slangin, claimin that you're with it

I know times is hard but they ain't that hard

Think it over before the man pulls your card

You stink, why don't you rethink

In fact, think it over while you're havin a drink

Before you sell out thinkin you can't fade it

Eiht know what's up and yo (we made it)



[VERSE 4: Tha Chill MC]

Now is it really worth your effort and time

To put yourself to it and make a cool rhyme?

It's easier said than done, so don't get dissed

Put your life on the line because you're takin a risk

Think about it and come to a conclusion

That's how E came up with the style we're usin

To make a party pump, better bump

And take and slay a MC chump

The message I bring is easy to adapt

Get the hell off the streets before they peel your cap

Locked down maximum, no, not minimum

Get hip to Tha C, program it in your system

Boy, I heard you jack by holdin a gat

Come on, now tell me, what is that?

You're thinkin was it really right

To take a life, who gave you the right?

Damn, this stuff is kinda funny

Possessions of dope, that's how you make your money

Tryin to make a livin by slingin lleyo

Boys on the tip, that's why you suckers got to lay low

In the end, who really wins, my friend?

To late, one way ride to the pen

The streets is the only way for pay, don't even say it

Cause Tha Chill know what's poppin and yo (we made it)



[MC Eiht]

Hahahahaha

Peep this out

I'd like to send a shout out to my partner in rhyme, Tha Chill MC



[Tha Chill MC]

Word em up, homie

Hey yo, I'm gonna send this out to the downest, the MC Eiht



[MC Eiht]

CMW

We made it

And we outta here

Peace out