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