Caution (Explicit) - MC Eiht

Gyeah

Gyeah

We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods

These real CPT G's please show no love

Compton

Compton

In this b**ch

Somebody told me

Mc Eiht is back with that thug sh*t

Compton

Check it out

My mindstate too late it's been gone

Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong

I hustle all day to the f**kin break of dawn

Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam

Appetite for destruction corruption

To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin

Always into something you heard of me

Killer for reala my ni**a another tragedy

Pops in the clip and slips the automatic

Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted

F**ks them high class I like em hoodratted

When the shells slide they panic

Ni**a straight static

Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy

Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy

I rolls through goes through such and such

The angel of death meets you time to touch

Mind of a lunatic quick to handle

Sackin muthaf**kas like I was john randall

I blows out your spot like a candle

I f**ks you up muthaf**ka like I was rambo

Easy as it comes I can handle the drama

I bucks givin a f**k and high off ***

Sendin your body through some muthaf**kin trauma

I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama

Common sense you make your a** hit the fence

Run fast or catch the consequence

My straight aim I got it with confidence

The sticky situation I make it intense

The instigator the muthaf**kin regulator

The quick to dump the shells in the a** of a infiltrator

The violator the muthaf**ka with heat

Let me see if you can beat it from across the street

I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap

I'm a rockabye ni**a cos your a** asleep

I'ma show you the way let these real G's play

Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray

Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up

Y'all know when the f**kin cash drawer your hands goes up

Close up shop ni**a the hood's in town

Hand over the money and don't make a sound

Doomsday no parlay no politickin

We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin

Niggas in black coats with black nines

Dig into your body and catch the flatline

Your mama cry over your body at funeral time

Gang related one-time reported the usual signs

Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes

Smokin chronic ** listen to gang rhymes

Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow

The big payback have a ni**a lay down

Anyway you bring it I want it

Gun-totin killin muthaf**ka from compton's most wanted

Lifestyles of the ghetto foul

Music to driveby in my dash when I style

100% gangsta steady servin

Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin

Gyeah