Killin’ Nigguz

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] Hahahaha Do this muthafuckin' shit right though We in the muthafuckin' house Geah In the muthafuckin' house Niggas on the Run in the muthafuckin' house Boom Bam, Tha Chill MC Eiht in the house And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots Geah [Verse 1: Tha Chill] I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump (Alright) Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck For poppin' that lip service, now you're lookin' nervous, uh (Uh, haha) Muthafuckas best to run and duck 'Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck (Uh-huh) Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller I got my heat on the front of the seat Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop (bop), gun (Gun) Niggas on the Run, hah, click number 1 Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang (Uh-huh) And we can get in the street and throw them thangs (Uh) Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah Fool, I'm holdin' the trigger, finger got the itch (itch), uh Stitch (stitch), or better yet chalk 'em up (Uh) I'm tearin' up body parts (uhh), makin' it smell like what the fuck? Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga (geah) slippin' with your shit, nigga (Run to) 1-5-9 times up your head (uh) from this stone cold killin' nigga (Haha) [Chorus: MC Eiht & Boom Bam] Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Haha, stick em, geah) We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Haha, stick em, geah) We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Haha, Boom Bam in the house) We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Check it out) (Where you from, nigga?) [Verse 2: Boom Bam] I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin (Ping) One hitter quitter (yeah), guaranteed sleeper Rock-a-bye, bitch (oh), nigga, shit is getting deeper (Geah, rock on) Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at (Geah) 'Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollaz and Sense (Uh) I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent, nigga (Uh) 'Cause I swear to God (yeah), I'm gonna kill Quik (Uh, kill Quik) 'Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit (Yeah) So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back (Come on) Come to the 'gniew, muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at (Come to the 'gniew) You best to watch your back, 'cause I be creepin' through your hood (Hood) Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat (Hahaha) Just hopin' that I see you (See you, see you) To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through (Oh, booya) 'Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin', niggas (Geah, uh) Yeah, 'cause we them killin' niggas Uh [Chorus: MC Eiht] Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill Come on, say it! Geah We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Uh, geah) We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill Come on, uh! Geah We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill (Uh!) We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill 1-5-9! [Verse 3: MC Eiht] Don't be slippin' on this side of town (Uh) Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down (Geah) And I'mma clown like Krusty when I bust the (Haha) You can't let off 'cause that shit is too rusty (Oh) Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga Nigga, how you figure? You better be diggin' a bigger ditch (Oh) Fo' sho', just watch that ass get popped I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop Geah, fool, Original — Baby Gangsta I'mma pull — my shit — then watch — it spit (Brrah) Ooh, the fire (come on), the hollow points flyin' Hear the screams of your bitch — while you dyin' (Geah) Lyin' (lyin'), on your back (back), tryna get (get) — the last breath (Breath) Never seen (man) — a man cry (geah), until — he seems dead (Uh) As I pump two more slugs up in that ass Better dash (dash) in your ditch (dead), by these killin' niggas [Chorus] [Outro] Geah In the muthafuckin' house The Eiht Hype thugs, uh Just them killin' niggas, you know I'm sayin'? Goin' all out to the '9-6 We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass, nigga, uh Don't fuck around, you know I'm sayin'? Come on, say it! Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' streets Bitch! Finna? take fake thugs and the 59? shells, we sendin' your bitch ass to Hell And that's what the fuck we doin' And more the fuck we speakin' Geah, and it's goin' down like that for the 9 to the 6 Straight killin' niggas, you know I'm sayin'? Come test this; you can get with this, or you can get with that Just hittin' up with the mothafuckin' gat, nigga '9-0, fool Geah