Kniggety-Knock, Kniggety Knock, knock, knock,
punk guess who's back, geah its that Compton n****.
How'd you figure?
That I'd give your a** the first jump,
Sorry fool, The Eiht don't sleep chump.
Some want me to stop with the violence.
Some say, take a code of silence.
But you'll get the m*****f*****g middle finger
Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer.
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black no [huh]
>From the depths of hell as I bell,
Fresh outta jail, n**** might as well
get too drunk and hit the f****** blunt,
then peel your cap back sorry punk.
Back in your s*** so here we go.
m***********s**** the floor.
[Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off]
[n****, I'm a trigger happy n****...]
Shiggety s**** gonna hit the fan Jack.
When I'm blunted off the m*****f***** chronic sack.
Geah, So hit the floor when I c*** the gatt.
Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat.
b****** scream, n***** yell,
3 days later left is a f***** up smell.
Coming from the Compton psycho.
Can you f*** with me? I don't think so.
I got the mind of a lunitic
and I'll f*** you quick, so you can suck a fat d***.
And take that s*** to the bank.
So on the way the Eiht can gank.
And my style ain't friendly often,
Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin.
I don't think you can deal no more.
see-M-W say hit the f****** floor.
Punk a** n****! Back in your s*** for the nine-duece to get loose.
Eihthype in the m*****f*****g house...Geah.
punk guess who's back, geah its that Compton n****.
How'd you figure?
That I'd give your a** the first jump,
Sorry fool, The Eiht don't sleep chump.
Some want me to stop with the violence.
Some say, take a code of silence.
But you'll get the m*****f*****g middle finger
Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer.
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black no [huh]
>From the depths of hell as I bell,
Fresh outta jail, n**** might as well
get too drunk and hit the f****** blunt,
then peel your cap back sorry punk.
Back in your s*** so here we go.
m***********s**** the floor.
[Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off]
[n****, I'm a trigger happy n****...]
Shiggety s**** gonna hit the fan Jack.
When I'm blunted off the m*****f***** chronic sack.
Geah, So hit the floor when I c*** the gatt.
Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat.
b****** scream, n***** yell,
3 days later left is a f***** up smell.
Coming from the Compton psycho.
Can you f*** with me? I don't think so.
I got the mind of a lunitic
and I'll f*** you quick, so you can suck a fat d***.
And take that s*** to the bank.
So on the way the Eiht can gank.
And my style ain't friendly often,
Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin.
I don't think you can deal no more.
see-M-W say hit the f****** floor.
Punk a** n****! Back in your s*** for the nine-duece to get loose.
Eihthype in the m*****f*****g house...Geah.