Compton's Lynchin

Compton's lynchin, motherfuckers with a left hook

So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook

As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark

I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks

So get a puff of the bomb as Compton shit

And watch the A double M pop in a second clip

And when I'm all finished unloadin'

I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start explodin'

So punk get your shit in gear

Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike brings up the rear

Now you're caught in a trap and you can't escape

Made a bad mistake 'cause you dissed the Eiht

You broke the penalty, punk start payin'

And you're short, shorter than short, know what I'm sayin'?

So step back, sorry clown, you ain't hittin'

You gets no juice 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Fools gang way, ain't no time to play pussy

Eiht is back to attack so don't push me

Don't try to play with my rhyme, you can't stand this

I'm from Compton so I don't give a fuck if you ban this

I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' straight coat

I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat

So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes

Playin' me close will mean you're crossin' Eiht's line

And that's not good for your health

'Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with

The motherfuckin' power after hour

No air to breath 'cause all the suckers, we devour

So hang up your dreams of makin' snaps

You won't make a penny with your fucked up raps

So step back or it's your title I'm clinchin'

Punk ass fool 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, now wait a minute, hey man, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

I guess I'll start droppin' these fools

'Cause they lyrics be like offendin' me

So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy

So make tracks or it's your fuckin' hood, I'll blow down

One on one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown

And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple

Put the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple

No explanations on why I did it

When they ask, I tell 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted

So, now I leave his homie's in grief

I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef

And the Eiht ain't bullshittin' G

I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me

So raise the fuck up 'cause the Eiht ain't trippin'

Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin'

And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension

Word 'em up G 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

You give up? I see you're sweatin' like crazy

Eiht'll stay cool 'cause fool you tried to faze me

Your rhymes are washed up, your beats are fucked

You're just a victim punk, you'll get stuck

By a brother with a evil vengeance

And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this

And if you're caught in the crossfire, it's like that

I mean the shootin' of lyrics or the damn gatt

And geah, Eiht is back

Teamin' up with the Mike on the sneak attack

So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix

As my DJ Mike T fuck with the turntable tricks

So take flicks 'cause you're all on his dick

And it's makin' me sick as he start to do a trick

So raise the fuck up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin'

Word 'em up G, Compton's lynchin

Compton, oh oh, get your ass up, what's up nigga?

Now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, shit, punk ass nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, Compton's in the house, motherfucker

Compton's in the house, motherfuckers, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton's in the house, motherfuckers

Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers