Testo Nuthin' but the gangsta Mc Eiht

Nuthin' but the gangsta

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 aint 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 cant hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef cuz eiht hypes a mack
And since the age of thirteen, Ive 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
Its do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the compton streets so dont 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 Im only a g
Walks like a g, talks like a g
So a to the motherfuckin k
Its your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
Ima do the blast, then eiht you get cash in
Dash, the fuck out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga thats 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 ima bank ya
Cuz Im 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
Im from the jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I cant march on swap meets, yall duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still dont know where mines at
Black, huh!! I snatch the beauty from the beast
Its that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus Im 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 Im serious
The gangsta means Im 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!
Its nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Dont be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
Fuck it, ima 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 ds
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah

Outro:

Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And thats how its going down
Thats how its going down, uhh
1/2 oz in the motherfuckin house
Niggaz on the run, lil hawk and burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah