MC Eiht - Streiht Up Menace lyrics

Wake yo' punk-ass up for the '93 shot
MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin' house, gyeah
And it ain't nothin' but a Compton thing
Y'all
And we ain't nothin' but Niggaz On Tha Run
And this goes out to my niggas, gyeah

A fucked up childhood is why the way I am
It's got me in the state where
I don't give a damn hmm, 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
Scheamin' off the top, Pops never figured
That he'd go down by the
Hands of another nigga
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?
Niggas puttin' brew in my fuckin' baby bottle
Damn! And through all the motherfuckin' 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 streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on, y'all streiht up menace

Now I'm of age, and livin' in the projects
Gettin' paid off the clucks
And the county checks
I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school
Never did I wonder
That the motherfuckin' hood would
Take me under
Gyeah, I'm kickin' it with the homies
And they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin'
(Japs) see a bitch in the right lane
So I comes with the mack
Astro Van pulls a motherfuckin'
Jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head
Sayin': "Play that shit cool
And don't be a fool!"
He shot my nigga in the fuckin' head
I caught one in the shoulder
If I didn't run I was dead
Now I'm layin' in the hospital bed
Thinkin' about them punk motherfuckers
And my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah, motherfuckers, I ain't finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace
Gyeah

Uhh, whassup, y'all? Streiht up menace
Damn! Really, really
Streiht up menace damn!

I'm in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and
I just can't sleep
One Time's tryin' to do a smooth creep
And on top of that
Niggas after me for fuckin' one
Of they hood rats i ain't got time for
The fuckin' bitch's story
Niggas want me gotta come to my territory
And ain't no 'you can get the fist'
Niggas come
And they get done on 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 go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on, y'all streiht up menace
Damn!

And on and on i guess we outta here
Peace to my niggas on the run
And it ain't nothin' but streiht up menaces
Damn! Just like I said before, y'all
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thing
And MC Eiht's in the house for the '93 shot
And this one's for the niggas, gyeah