Nuthin' but the Gangsta

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MC Eiht

Aaron Tyler (born on May 22, 1967 in Compton, California), better known by his stage name MC Eiht, is an American rapper. His stage name was partly inspired by the numeral in KRS-One's name. He chose Eiht for its links to "hood culture", including 8Ball and .38 caliber firearms. He is a member of t… more »

featuring Spice 1  Redman 



Intro: MC Eiht 



Geyeah  we in the motherfuckin house 

Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house  geyeah 

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house 

My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house 

Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house  geyeah 

And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe 



Verse One: MC Eiht 



It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog 

Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog 

Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire 

Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah 

Hold my nuts and make my cash 

Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh 

Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap 

You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh 

And bitches can't hang with the pack 

Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back 

Niggaz got beef 'cause Eiht Hype's a mack 

And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin 

Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags 

Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag 

Always on the lookout for the, helicopter 

Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper 

It's do or die, motherfuckers die 

Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga 

You get slugs from the stub for offendin me 

Nuthin but the gangsta in me 



Chorus: 



Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X) 

Spice 1 come down 



Verse Two: Spice 1 



I am a G, yes I'm only a G 

Walks like a G, talks like a G 

So A to the motherfuckin K 

It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay 

Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass 

I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in 

Dash, the fuck out the cut 

Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up 

I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap 

Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic 

Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock 

Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker 

Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK 

Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga 

Disrespect me I'ma bank ya 

'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta 



Chorus: 



Nuthin but the gangsta (3x) 

Ha ha, come on nigga 



Verse Three: Redman 



Check it out 

Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob 

Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod 

Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob 

The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod 

Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams 

I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and 

I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects 

But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at 

black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast 

It's that funk deceased nigga comin through bitch so grab your hairpeace 

I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly 

to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy 

Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted 

And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit 

I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious 

The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!! 



Chorus: 



Nuthin but the gangsta (8X) 



Verse Four: MC Eiht 



Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor 

Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors 

Just touched down from San Quentin 

Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh! 

It's nuthin but the gang, thing 

Makes me hit the corner and slang 

Board and quarter about a hundred times 

Don't be servin no dubs and dimes 

But I do it, no hesitation 

Fuck it, I'ma violate probation 

No one gave a mad fuck about me 

Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB 

Pops thrown out never had a big brother 

Put on the set when I could pick the right color 

The homey put me down on a half a bird 

Turned it into key now they bomb for me 

Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's 

Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah 



Outro: 



Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah 

Nuthin but the gangsta- come down 

And that's how it's going down 

That's how it's going down, uhh 

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house 

Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn 

Nuthin but the gangsta (4x) 

Geyeah

Written by: AARON TYLER, REGGIE NOBLE, ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN, TERRY KEITH ALLEN

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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