Nuthin’ But the Gangsta MC Eiht (Ft. Redman & Spice 1)

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geah
We in the mothafuckin' house
Eiht Hype in the mothafuckin' house, geah
1/2 Oz in the mothafuckin' house
My Niggas on the Run in the mothafuckin' house
Lil Hawk n Bird in the mothafuckin' house, geah
And ain't no love in the '94, ho

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
It makes me want to jack mothafuckas in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meanin' of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let 5-O feel the mothafuckin' fire
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uh
Walkin' with the strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap (uh-huh)
And bitches can't hang with the pack
Ho's talkin' smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggas got beef think teens out macked
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin'
Fool, I slang a gang of twenty bags
Pistol in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the helicopter
Blast from the AK fill the fuckin' copper
It's do or die, mothafucka, die!
Niggas from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get a slug from the stub for offendin' me
Ain't nothin' but the gangsta in me