Nuthin` But The Gangsta Lyrics
featuring Spice 1, Redman
Intro: MC Eiht
Geyeah, we in the motherf**kin house
Eiht Hype in the motherf**kin house, geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherf**kin house
My Niggaz on the Run in the motherf**kin house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherf**kin house, geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine-fo' hoe
Verse One: MC Eiht
It makes me want to jack motherf**kers in the fog
Let them hood rat bit*hes know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherf**kin, 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 as* rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bit*hes 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 f**kin copper
It's do or die, motherf**kers 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 motherf**kin K
It's your one-eight-seven crew as* 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 f**k out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherf**ker-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherf**ker, watch em drop, motherf**ker
Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherf**kin East Bay Gangsta
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on nigga
Verse Three: Redman
Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
f**k a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bit*h you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bit*h so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
to a bit*h-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!
Chorus:
Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)
Verse Four: MC Eiht
Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh as* Pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
f**k it, I'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad f**k about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the Trey on f**kin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherf**kin gangsta in me, geyeah
Outro:
Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 Oz in the motherf**kin house
Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah
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