featuring Spice 1 Redman

Intro: MC Eiht

Geyeah we in the motherfuckin house

Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house geyeah

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house

My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house

Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house geyeah

And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe

Verse One: MC Eiht

It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog

Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog

Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire

Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah

Hold my nuts and make my cash

Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh

Walkin with a 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

Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back

Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack

And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin

Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags

Thick stuff 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, motherfuckers die

Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga

You get slugs from the stub for offendin me

Nuthin but the gangsta in me

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)

Spice 1 come down

Verse Two: Spice 1

I am a G, yes I'm only a G

Walks like a G, talks like a G

So A to the motherfuckin K

It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay

Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass

I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in

Dash, the