[O Dawg from Menace II Society]

"Oh nigga guess what! 

Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!

I know where they be kickin it at

Down with a 187?"



[EIHT]

Eeerrr...

Geah

Geah

In the muthafuckin house, fool

For the 9 to the fizive-O

The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house

Geah

And like my nigga E-40 say:

We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here

Tha Eihthype thugs

C.M.W.

N.O.T.R.

Lil Hawk & Bird

Da Foe



I'ma hit you up with the T, so better scoot

Out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot

And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin

Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin

We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip

Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip

Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin

When the 9 mill starts unloadin

You better be watchin what you sayin

Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin

Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block

Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier

Don't wanna catch the slug 

But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug

Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this

Report your homies for domestic violence

For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block

Dash, David Gash, I'ma tap that ass



[O Dawg from Menace II Society]

"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em

Shit it ain't that hard"



[EIHT]

I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met

The story that you told was some fake bullshit

It was me and Chill my pal

The scene was like the showdown at the O.K. Coral

It was you and then about five of y'all hangin

Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin 

(Ain't nuthin but marks)

Approached me with your "P" hat

But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that

But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate

But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate

I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin

Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin

David Blake: you fake as fuck!

I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck

I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me

Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini

Oh geah, just like I said before

Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick

Little trick named Quik

Geah, quick to get fucked one time

You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine

And nigga, checks this

Fill your Lexus full of holes as you slam into poles

Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and 

I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park 

(You know where we from)

Can't fade it, better fear it

Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fuckin lyrics

Playin around with the hood you get got

Nick name should be Spot for that eye you got

You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap

My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap

No muthafuckin truce

Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce

Don't make me have to act up

Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up

Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake

'member One-Time Gaffled, nationwide blue tape

Original Compton representin to the T

Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's

Go run right through you 

And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you

Slick talkin, fast walkin

Nigga, how'd you figure that the E wasn't gon' stand and deliver?

You ain't worth a penny

Never had a damn eye, dotted so many

Times, two times, three times

You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'

And if you wanna get with this you best to dash

Geah, cause I'ma tap that ass



West Side

Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas

Uh

Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?

I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass

9 to the fizive-0, fool

You can't fuck with these killas

So stay the fuck back

And rounds up your little homies and shit

Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga

True Blue from the streets

Wessyyyde