MC Eiht - Drugs Killin Lyrics

Geah, uh

In the muthaf*ckin house

Is you with me...

For the 9 to the 6

Bitch

Eihthype in the house

The thug niggas in the house

Compton in this bitch, uh

Is you with me?

Is you with me?

Cause these niggas...



I was raised on the f*cked up side of town

Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs

Pops wasn't around, nigga pulled a skip to my loot

In the midst of the shit what the f*ck to do?

No Mercedes Benz (that's right)

Moms used to cluck a lotta f*ckin ends (that's right)

But a young nigga needs the green in this day and age

Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge

But now fools tryin to trip

My little homie named Sis say you best not slip (watch out)

I hear some fools say you got too much shit

I look at them niggas and say you don't know who you f*cking with

Just watch your back for them skan'less pack of niggas

On me and my seven man crew, they wanna pull the trigger

But we on a quest for niggas that's dealin (that's right)

Son, it's either drugs or killin, c'mon



Is you with me? Is you with me?

Cause these niggas straight killin for life

Geah



Damn they done got my nigga (shit)

But before he killed off he told me who pulled the trigger

(geah, right)

Lying in my arms dying, what is this?

And I'm thinkin' I gots to handle my business

Gots to get my hands on my gat

But my G's say: nigga please we'll handle that! (we got that!)

As they procede to put the hit down

I hooks up with this big boss across town (ping)

He pullin' all kinds of schemes to get the green like robbin trains

But now me flips all them snips to gets to stacking caine

Sets up shot on your block to clock ends (that's right)

And I heard your big homey went straight to the pen

I heard One Time done found his straps

Snatch one of my little locos for the murder rap (check it out)

We gon' get you out cause ain't no stoppin

Something just got to be poppin from all this drugs and killin



Is you with me? Is you with me?

Cause these niggas straight killin for life...



Eihthype in the house

Compton in the house

Geah, nigga



10 years passed and I got fat pockets

Niggas be trippin I grabs the Glock and then I quickly lock it

Business is boomin and the birds still flying south

I guess it's time to get my muthaf*ckin homie out

Moms is tryin to tell me to quit

And my girl is gettin pissed cause she's tired of the shit

I got fools at my back door tryin to buck

But I'm that killin-ass nigga who don't give a f*ck

Now my long time rival is tryin to break me down

Done kidnapped my man, goddamn

He said he want the keys

But that punk-ass nigga can't get none of these (pop pop pop)

To get my homie back I bust his cap

And now my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah)

My crew's back on swoll and we chillin

We rolls around and we get top billin

Geah, back on top, don't know if I'ma stop

This muthaf*ckin' drugs and killin



Is you with me? Is you with me?

Cause these niggas straight killing for life...



Geah

Is you with me?

Geah

Uh, c'mon y'all geah