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MC Eiht - Caution lyrics
Gyeah Gyeah We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods These real CPT G's please show no love Compton Compton in this bitch Somebody told me Mc Eiht is back with that thug shit Compton Check it out [ VERSE 1 ] My mindstate too late it's been gone Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong I hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawn Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam Appetite for destruction corruption To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin Always into something you heard of me Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy Pops in the clip and slips the automatic Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted Fucks them high class I like em hoodratted When the shells slide they panic Nigga straight static Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy I rolls through goes through such and such The angel of death meets you time to touch Mind of a lunatic quick to handle Sackin muthafuckas like I was john randall I blows out your spot like a candle I fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo [ VERSE 2 ] Easy as it comes I can handle the drama I bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuana Sendin your body through some muthafuckin trauma I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama Common sense you make your ass hit the fence Run fast or catch the consequence My straight aim I got it with confidence The sticky situation I make it intense The instigator the muthafuckin regulator The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator The violator the muthafucka with heat Let me see if you can beat it from across the street I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your ta |
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