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letra de streiht up menace (west coast classics) - mc eiht

[intro]
wake yo’ punk–ss up for the ’93 shot
mc eiht’s in the motherf-ckin’ house, gyeah
and it ain’t nothin’ but a compton thing, y’all
and we ain’t nothin’ but n-ggas on tha run
and this goes out to my n-ggas, gyeah

[verse 1]
a f-cked up childhood is why the way i am
it’s got me in the state where i don’t give a d-mn
hmm, somebody help me
but nah, they don’t hear me though
i guess i’ll be another victim of the ghetto
ain’t no escapin’, ’cause i’m way too young
pops is dealin’, and on top of that got moms sprung
scheamin’ off the top, pops never figured
that he’d go down by the hands of another n-gga
now my pops is gone and that ain’t no good
got to follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood
and where’s the role model?
n-ggas puttin’ brew in my f-ckin’ baby bottle
d-mn! and through all the motherf-ckin’ pain
they done drove my moms insane
so, i guess i gotta do work so i ain’t finished
i grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah

[hook]
uhh, come on, y’all
streiht up menace

[verse 2]
now i’m of age, and livin’ in the projects
gettin’ paid off the clucks and the county checks
i’m fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did i wonder
that the motherf-ckin’ hood would take me under
gyeah, i’m kickin’ it with the homies and they got the straps
off to the corner store, owned by the f-ckin’ (j-ps)
see a b-tch in the right lane, so i comes with the mack
astro van pulls a motherf-ckin’ jack from the back
now he’s got the strap to my homie’s head
sayin’: “play that sh-t cool, and don’t be a fool!”
he shot my n-gga in the f-ckin’ head
i caught one in the shoulder, if i didn’t run i was dead
now i’m layin’ in the hospital bed
thinkin’ about them punk motherf-ckers
and my eyes is bloodshot red
gyeah, motherf-ckers, i ain’t finished
be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

[hook]
uhh, wh-ssup, y’all?
streiht up menace
d-mn!
really, really
streiht up menace
d-mn!

[verse 3]
i’m in too deep
i done k!lled a motherf-cker and i just can’t sleep
one-time’s tryin’ to do a smooth creep
and on top of that
n-ggas after me for f-ckin’ one of they hood rats
i ain’t got time for the f-ckin’ b-tch’s story
n-ggas want me gotta come to my territory
and ain’t no ‘you can get the fist’
n-ggas come, and they get done on they own risk
what is it all about?
should i leave or should i stay, ’cause i don’t wanna punk out
oh what should i do?
the homies say: “the hood’s where it’s good
homeboy, i thought you knew.”
so in the process to show the hood my best
no time to react, caught two in the chest
now look who’s down, i guess i’m finished
i go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah

[hook]
uhh, come on, y’all
streiht up menace
d-mn!

[outro]
and on and on
i guess we outta here
peace to my n-ggas on the run
and it ain’t nothin’ but streiht up menaces, d-mn!
just like i said before, y’all
it ain’t nothin’ but a compton thing
and mc eiht’s in the house for the ’93 shot
and this one’s for the n-ggas, gyeah

- mc eiht

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