The Murda Show (Explicit) - MC Eiht/Spice 1

What the f**k we gonna do now

I don't know homeboy you know I'm say in

But I'll tell you like this

We gonna bust some a** for the ninety-three shot

Right these motherf**kers don't understand

We ain't from around here

That's all right youknowI'msayin

Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowI'msayin

Compton meets the motherf**kin Bay Town ni**a

So step the f**k off this youknowI'msayin

My ni**a Spice get with em

Ya see I'm nothin but a mac-10 shooter

Killer man looter on the creep with the glock

Got it cocked picidy pop

I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone ni**a

Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger

Motherf**kin flash backs of ni**a's bodies rip

From the AK blast on that a** hollow point to the tip to the toe

Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f**kin flo'

It's the goddamn murda show

Starring a ni**a in black wearin a w**d hat creepin low

And co-starring is a psycho motherf**ker

He grew up in Compton bustin caps at the cluckers

His name is MC motherf**kin Eiht

He got the Uzi weigh a ton eatin niggas like a steak on a plate

So ni**a get your popcorn and peanuts cause we nuts and we know

Sit back and watch a ni**a murda at the murda show

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and it's the ni**a from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and it's the ni**a from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock

(MC Eiht)

Ni**a shut your f**kin trap yeah your punk a** is sure

Sure that they sew when I peel your cap

The slide the slick suck my dick

No mistaking I bring home greens f**k the bacon

The big black neck getting motherf**kers sprung

They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue

Eiht Spice-1 kickin much a** for fun

Ain't nothin but some ni**a sold the one

Fools need to stay the f**k down

They can't hang when we bang from Compton and the Bay Town

It's like the last dance or your last chance

When I reach in for the strap in my f**kin pants

I pump dead then the scene is fair ain't nothin said

Even your skinny a** dead I can't sleep cause it's time to go

Fool or I'll be late for the murda show ni**a

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and it's the ni**a from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the niggas that I glock

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and it's the ni**a from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I glock

(Spice-1)

Step in to the torture chamber ni**a let me torture

Hangers on your motherf**kin back bring ya scorcher

Psychopathic madmen dead body chucker

Quick to pull the trigger on another motherf**ker

Slangin to the bass head b**ches in the alley

Killin for my motherf**kin money in recally

My ni**a MC Eiht will make the getaway drive

I got the gat hangin up out the motherf**kin ride

Niggas be getting the duck sit f**kin with the player sprayer layer

Ni**a out with the shout of the t-t-tech Mic motherf**kin check one

Stabbin niggas up in the lungs plus the caps with bloody guns

My Uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump

The motherf**kin hollow head his chest thump thump

And all the niggas leave his bloody body in the dust

One-ni**a dead seventeen caps bust

That's how the niggas do this sh*t where I'm from

Red-Rum leave your body numb blast of the dumb dumb

I got the glock and I'm headin for the liquor store

Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherf**kin murda show

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and it's the ni**a from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock or you might get the glock

A to the motherf**kin K

187 proof a** ni**a from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah and you ask me to stay the f**k down

Bangin from Compton and the Bay Town

Yeah come on

Uh Spice-1 and MC Eiht

And that eases the nine youknowI'msayin