Yeah,
we in the motherfuckin' house
For the 9 -foot, ain't hype
in the motherfuckin' house
Yeah, MCI and DJ
Slip in the motherfuckin' house
Uh, Compton in the house
Nigga, Compton in the house
Fool, Compton in the house
Bitch, yeah
You can nail me to the
motherfuckin' wall
You can bust me in the head with gats
But fuck ass nigga, I'll be back, Gia
You fucked up when you
tried to blast
No missed trigger, nigga,
didn't smoke my ass
With the fuckin' blood
runnin' down my back
I pulled the motherfuckin' strap
on a sneak attack, uh
Throw the hollow points into the hot glock
Got my eyes on the crib
at the end of the block
Don't give a fuck who's in side
His little sis caught the fuckin' slug
So I jumped in the Jeep ride
Feeling cold as I look at the murder metal
Hit the siren so I hit the
motherfucking pedal
Tires got to spinning, I can see the smoke
Can barely catch my breath
as I start to choke
Off the blood from the 38 slug
that was planted in my back
Damn that was wet
Dipped through the back street
so I could slide out
The G -Ride to my homie
Chills to hide out
Dumped the motherfucking Glock,
it was dirty
Bammed on my dick,
I don't damn chill, heard it
He opened up the door and
I fell straight in
Passed out for a second
cause I lost my wind
Woke up to hit the motherfuckin' breed
And chill, looked up and said,
damn, ain't you clean
Niggas,
they poured a fuckin' snick attack
Fucked around and got two
to the fuckin' back
Niggas was buckin',
tried to put me down
Some punk motherfuckers
from across town
Uh, you won't be chalkin' up one
for your sorry set
Ain't dead yet,
just label me a deadly threat
Get boom -bam on
the motherfuckin' phone
Get that 19 shot, cause nigga, it's on
I know the spot where the
punk niggas chill
Hit they hood with the big black steel
I do it my way, like MJ
Slam dunk these hollow points in you, huh
No time to think about it twice
Leave these motherfuckers in traps
and scattered like fuckin' mice
Boom, bam, meet me at the spot, I'm shot
I don't give a fuck, they gon' get got
One time's on my dick, fuck it
Jump out, run through the
alley to the bucket
Now the bullet starts to travel,
I'm cold, I shiver
But fuck it like the mailman, I deliver
I hops up the bucket
and I'm bleedin' bad
But fuck it, don't sweat it,
cause I'm too damn mad
Don't give a damn of who's
in the line of fire
Grab the K and kneel down by the tire
They bust at me and I bust back
Boom, bam, bring up the rear
with the fuckin' Mack
I buck one in the chest, he start to beg
Let me live, I slip, caught one in the leg
My nigga bam,
let the motherfuckin' Mack spit
Here comes the chill over the fix
Fuck this shit,
I grab the K and kick in the front door
90 rounds spittin' as I catch two more
But I don't give a fuck about these
More gas, niggas will go out like cheese
Come on, Compton in the house
Nigga, Compton in the house
Dude, Compton in the house
Chill, Compton in the house
Bitch
Ain't I been a motherfuckin' house
For the 94, chill
My niggas slippin' in
motherfuckin' hives,
half -bouncin' in hives
Niggas on the run in
their motherfuckin' hives
And it's goin' out to all the cops, you see
Thank you for
Mc Eiht 
