Texty: Compton's Most Wanted. Compton's Lynchin.

Compton's lynchin, motherfuckers with a left hook
So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook
As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark
I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks

So get a puff of the bomb as Compton shit
And watch the A double M pop in a second clip
And when I'm all finished unloadin'
I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start explodin'

So punk get your shit in gear
Say your prayers, you're scared as Mike brings up the rear
Now you're caught in a trap and you can't escape
Made a bad mistake 'cause you dissed the Eiht

You broke the penalty, punk start payin'
And you're short, shorter than short, know what I'm sayin'?
So step back, sorry clown, you ain't hittin'
You gets no juice 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Fools gang way, ain't no time to play pussy
Eiht is back to attack so don't push me
Don't try to play with my rhyme, you can't stand this
I'm from Compton so I don't give a fuck if you ban this

I got you trapped in a motherfuckin' straight coat
I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat
So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes
Playin' me close will mean you're crossin' Eiht's line

And that's not good for your health
'Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with
The motherfuckin' power after hour
No air to breath 'cause all the suckers, we devour

So hang up your dreams of makin' snaps
You won't make a penny with your fucked up raps
So step back or it's your title I'm clinchin'
Punk ass fool 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, now wait a minute, hey man, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

I guess I'll start droppin' these fools
'Cause they lyrics be like offendin' me
So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy
So make tracks or it's your fuckin' hood, I'll blow down
One on one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown

And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple
Put the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple
No explanations on why I did it
When they ask, I tell 'em 'cause the punk bullshitted

So, now I leave his homie's in grief
I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef
And the Eiht ain't bullshittin' G
I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me

So raise the fuck up 'cause the Eiht ain't trippin'
Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin'
And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension
Word 'em up G 'cause Compton's lynchin

Compton, no, please don't, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, stop, stop, stop, stop, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

You give up? I see you're sweatin' like crazy
Eiht'll stay cool 'cause fool you tried to faze me
Your rhymes are washed up, your beats are fucked
You're just a victim punk, you'll get stuck

By a brother with a evil vengeance
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this
And if you're caught in the crossfire, it's like that
I mean the shootin' of lyrics or the damn gatt

And geah, Eiht is back
Teamin' up with the Mike on the sneak attack
So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix
As my DJ Mike T fuck with the turntable tricks

So take flicks 'cause you're all on his dick
And it's makin' me sick as he start to do a trick
So raise the fuck up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin'
Word 'em up G, Compton's lynchin

Compton, oh oh , get your ass up, what's up nigga?
Now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, shit, punk ass nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers

Compton, Compton's in the house, motherfucker
Compton's in the house, motherfuckers, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers
Compton's in the house, motherfuckers
Compton, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers