Drugs & Killin

Geah, uh In the muthafuckin house Is you with me... For the 9 to the 6 Bitch Eihthype in the house The thug niggas in the house Compton in this bitch, uh Is you with me? Is you with me? Cause these niggas... I was raised on the fucked up side of town Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs Pops wasn't around, nigga pulled a skip to my loot In the midst of the shit what the fuck to do? No Mercedes Benz (that's right) Moms used to cluck a lotta fuckin ends (that's right) But a young nigga needs the green in this day and age Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge But now fools tryin to trip My little homie named Sis say you best not slip (watch out) I hear some fools say you got too much shit I look at them niggas and say you don't know who you fucking with Just watch your back for them skan'less pack of niggas On me and my seven man crew, they wanna pull the trigger But we on a quest for niggas that's dealin (that's right) Son, it's either drugs or killin, c'mon Is you with me? Is you with me? Cause these niggas straight killin for life Geah Damn they done got my nigga (shit) But before he killed off he told me who pulled the trigger (geah, right) Lying in my arms dying, what is this? And I'm thinkin' I gots to handle my business Gots to get my hands on my gat But my G's say: nigga please we'll handle that! (we got that!) As they procede to put the hit down I hooks up with this big boss across town (ping) He pullin' all kinds of schemes to get the green like robbin trains But now me flips all them snips to gets to stacking caine Sets up shot on your block to clock ends (that's right) And I heard your big homey went straight to the pen I heard One Time done found his straps Snatch one of my little locos for the murder rap (check it out) We gon' get you out cause ain't no stoppin Something just got to be poppin from all this drugs and killin Is you with me? Is you with me? Cause these niggas straight killin for life... Eihthype in the house Compton in the house Geah, nigga 10 years passed and I got fat pockets Niggas be trippin I grabs the Glock and then I quickly lock it Business is boomin and the birds still flying south I guess it's time to get my muthafuckin homie out Moms is tryin to tell me to quit And my girl is gettin pissed cause she's tired of the shit I got fools at my back door tryin to buck But I'm that killin-ass nigga who don't give a fuck Now my long time rival is tryin to break me down Done kidnapped my man, goddamn He said he want the keys But that punk-ass nigga can't get none of these (pop pop pop) To get my homie back I bust his cap And now my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah) My crew's back on swoll and we chillin We rolls around and we get top billin Geah, back on top, don't know if I'mma stop This muthafuckin' drugs and killin Is you with me? Is you with me? Cause these niggas straight killing for life... Geah Is you with me? Geah Uh, c'mon y'all geah