MC Eiht

MC Eiht - Return Fire lyrics

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Geah

Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...

Half Ounce one time stick 'em

Geah

You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon

Y'all remember that old school shit, geah

Get 'em

C'mon



Your block is mine bitch back up

We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)

We've been

Gettin in where we fit in since the old days

L.T.D.'s rode bopping the O'Jays

Gun place, crime place, one time swoop 

Strawberries in the back - at the 70's Coupe

Giving head like a chicken plucked

Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking

From selling my

Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps

Got a

Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd

As the bullets hit with no names 

Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot

Flies like an eagle

Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin Regal

Tinted windows

Tyres spin fast up out yo' set

Next week right back to see who we can get 

You want yo' chin checked (ping)

Fools just gimme a car

We got yo' ass when we see you R.I.P. on the wall

The way I'm livin don't give no hail low

One times I stay low

Want pay no Compton, no play no

Hit the round when we start blastin

Out the back door

Before they send the ???? in (get up)

We niggas fo' hire

Bustin (boom)

We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em



Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...

Half Ounce one time stick 'em 

Geah



Bails around twelve o'clock

Roam my block with the glock

Keeps the world nicely stash

From neighbourhood watch

Walks the rocks

Dope fiends makes my pay

Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way

24 is the delivery

And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me

Killas been with me

Two Top Tree (geah)

Cars deep from the streets a diploma

Endo aroma

In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body

Mentality's too sick when we leave the party

Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire

Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it

In my life time I find a fuckin need

To be paper down red bones chronic weed

With speed

A nigga commits to - cluck his dope

One Time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho'

Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird

As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve

Niggas need to listen: pay attention

For the money on a mission

Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah



(Chorus)



Feds gettin closer

I'm peepin

My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)

While I'm sleeping

They creepin

No worry, grabs the stash and ?????

No assistance pick up excepts the cash

Baby keep yo' head down low

Tear gas through the window, hits the floor

Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the S-K clan

You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand

Tear gas make a nigga weaker

Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker

To the Lexus jeep

I heard this: she put to keep up

Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up

Whole lotta niggas in my damn way

Guarantee to keep spittin

This is payback day

Makes my pay

Fast getaway (geah)

Niggas fo' hire

Bust back we return the fire (get 'em)



Half Ounce one time

Stick 'em

Eihthype one time

Geah

Stick 'em
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