Streiht Up Menace (Radio Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] Geah We in the house for the '93 shot, straight up The remix in the house 1/2 Oz. Productions in the house [Verse 1] A crooked childhood is why the way I am It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, geah Somebody help me, but nah, they don't hear me though I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto Ain't no escapin' 'cause I'm way too young Pops is dealin', and on top of that got moms sprung Schemin' off the top, pops never figured That he'd go down by the hands of another man Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good Got to follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Brothers puttin' brew in my damn baby bottle, geah And through all the stress and the pain They done drove my moms insane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I grow up to be a straight up menace, geah [Interlude] What up, y'all? Striggidy-straight up menace, damn Geah, geah Straight up, fool Uh, striggidy-straight up menace, geah Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em [Verse 2] Now I'm of age, and livin' in the projects Gettin' paid off the clucks and the county checks I'm tellin' ya, fresh outta high school, never did I wonder That the hood would take me under Geah, I'm kickin' it with the homies and it's like that Off to the corner store, owned by them dirty rats See a freak in the right lane, so I comes with the mack Astro Van tries to creep, pulls a jack from the back Now he's got the strap to my homie's head Sayin': "Play it cool, and don't be a fool!" He shot my G in the damn head I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't step, I was dead Now I'm layin' in a hospital bed Thinkin' about the fools who shot my homies and my eyes is bloodshot red Geah, punk fools, I ain't finished Be on the look out for this straight up menace, geah [Interlude] Damn Striggidy-straight up menace, uh Geah, get 'em, uh Right, left, right, left Willie, Willie, Willie, hit 'em Go, go, geah Come on, striggidy-straight up menace [Verse 3] I'm in too deep I done killed another brother and I just can't sleep One-time's tryna do a smooth creep And on top of that Fools after me for diggin' out one of they hoodrats I ain't got time for that female drag Niggas want me, better come in a body bag And ain't no "you can get the fist" Fools come and they get done by they own risk What is it all about? Should I leave or should I stay 'cause I don't wanna punk out Oh, what should I do? The homies say: "The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew." So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I guess I'll die like a straight up, straight up, straight up, geah, geah, geah, menace, uh [Outro] We out