Hit the Floor

Kniggety-knock, kniggety knock, knock, knock
 Punk, guess who's back, yeah, it's that Compton nigga
 How'd you figure that I'd give your ass the first jump?
 Sorry, fool, The Eiht don't sleep, chump
 Some want me to stop with the violence
 Some say, "Take a code of silence"
 But you'll get the mother-fucking middle finger
 'Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer
 Now you still want me to flip-flop
 Straight black, no chill, we come from top
 From the depths of hell as I bail
 Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well
 Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt
 Then peel your cap back, sorry, punk
 Back in your shit, so here we go
 Motherfuckers hit the floor
 Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
 Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga
 Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
 Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga
 Shiggety-shit's gonna hit the fan, Jack
 When I'm blunted off the fuckin chronic sack
 Geah, so hit the floor when I cock the gatt
 Bloods gon' spill when I rat-tat-tat
 Bitches scream, niggas yell
 Three days later left is a fucked up smell
 Coming from the Compton psycho (psycho)
 Can you fuck with me? I don't think so
 I got the mind of a lunatic
 And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick
 And take that shit to the bank
 So on the way the Eiht can gank
 And my style ain't friendly often
 Eight times outta ten, you end in a coffin
 I don't think you can deal no more
 C-M-W say hit the fucking floor
 Punk ass nigga
 Back in your shit for the nine-deuce to get loose
 Eiht hype in the motherfucking house, geah...