We Made It ’04

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] Geah! Geah! Fresh out the hood, we made it This gangsta shit, we paid it G-g-g-g-geah, C'mon [Verse 1: MC Eiht] I'mma keep yellin' Compton for life Although the ghetto bring a motherfucker stress to strife At night, hear the gunshots, somebody dyin' Murder on the frontline, mama be cryin' It's her firstborn, all the lines been torn How long will mama only son should mourn? To the streets is my motherfuckin' Lord to sworn Out the do' when I hear my fuckin' O.G.'s horn To the homie 6 feet, a little liquor we pourin' Down the ave. statin' where the girls be whorin' One Time's is hot on the trail Destined to stack us in the county jail Police ain't a friend to me, pop at the enemy Fire out the hole, life smoke at the chimney There's so many young souls lost The hood life you gon' pay at a high cost [Hook: MC Eiht] + [Tha Chill] [We made it] Fresh out the hood, we made it These motherfuckin' dues, homeboy, we paid it [We made it] This gangsta shit, we made it These motherfuckin' dues, homeboy, we paid it [We made it] Fresh out the hood, we made it These motherfuckin' dues, homeboy, we paid it [We made it] Homeboy, we made it This motherfuckin' gangsta [Verse 2: Tha Chill] I remember when it all started, runnin' around actin' retarded Jumpin' out on anybody, livin' life cold hearted I'll hold him while you sock 'em up Go in his pockets 'cause you know we don't give a fuck Nigga, what? This Compton, breaded and branded, sets landed But fools be softies and I can't understand it We went from small change to big change Flipped up the game and remain the same Blow weed, get dope, and chase all the hoes Fresh white tee, slammin' 6 tre dough And stay ready to kick up dust 'Cause it's a rumor in the city they gon' spit at us So they had to be ready for niggas to rock steady Can't get caught without it, so don't sweat me But these fools is fake and gold plated Livin' outdated while I'm laughin', screamin' out we made it [Hook] [Verse 3: MC Eiht] I'm out the Ragtop 6 tre, dub's in the sky Blunt gettin' me high, it's do or die Reminiscin' on how we used to laugh and joke Goin' half on the O.E. lookin' for smoke I was the getaway driver, you rolled shotgun Motherfuckers surrounded the car, you shot one In broad daylight, whenever we took flight I'mma revenge the death, boy, with all my might Hand me a light so I can spark up the blunt Smoke until my finger tips then go on a hunt Best not stunt, I'mma stay low key Creep up when you comin' out slowly Wit the rag 'round my face, you don't know me I'm a neighborhood menace to my enemy Geah, it's just the way we are If you wit' your homies, still shoot up the car [Hook]