Hard Times (feat. CMW)

Geah, we in the muthafuckin' house
 Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house bitch, for the 94
 Ain't no love ho, uh, and right about now
 Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin' house
 Lil' Hawk and Bird in the muthafuckin' house
 Half ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'?
 And this how we gon' do this for all the Compton homies
 Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
 Another O.G. from the Compton town
 Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
 And as you proceed to run get that with the tool
 It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that?
 Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
 Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk and Bird got the Mac-10
 Eihthype quick to do that ass in
 Livin' in the street where we slang that cavi
 Fool if you don't know, it's Compton Cali
 Hood rats tryin' to scheme on my riches
 Hit the pussy and dash, fuck you, bitches
 Gotta watch out for the schemin' cops
 Car jackin' and mackin' don't stop
 Come back to hit yo' fuckin' block with the Tec-9
 I'm doin' my dirt, 'cause fool it's hard times, geah
 I never leave the pad without the gun
 Dip through and kick it with some niggas on the run
 They put me down on a lick
 On some punk fools across town you can get the dick
 Slipped up and fucked around, I seen the goods
 Don't mess around with these niggas in the hood
 I hit 'em up with that muthafuckin' west side
 Serve a clock-head for the fuckin' G-ride
 You're all alone so now it's on
 See the barrel of my chrome, take two to your dome, uh
 You can't fuck with it fool so don't say nuthin'
 Niggas I'm stompin' so I'll keep dumpin'
 Don't try to fuck with the Eiht, ball
 As I chop chop, timber, I'll watch that ass fall
 So is that it? I don't think you want no more
 Nigga new improved like Madden 94
 Hut hut fool, so now you gotta punt
 As I flick your ass like ashes off my blunt, hard times
 Aw shit, you better run when the night fall
 Eihthype fuckin' up shit on a murder call
 So bail the fuck on before I start taggin'
 Khaki's creased up bitch and I'm saggin'
 All the way down the chronic row
 To the mutherfuckin' Hub pocket full of bud
 Niggas don't fuck around is what you heard
 Back ups brought in by Little Hawk and Bird
 Creep in the muthafuckin' home
 Put two hollow points in your dome then I'm gone
 Back out the muthafuckin' win, dow
 Leave your crib smellin' just like endo
 Niggas got guns, niggas got funds
 Niggas cap that ass so we niggas on the run, geah
 Bail from the depths of hell, that's Compton
 If you don't copy we knock out teeth
 So bring your mark ass down to the spot
 Where one times is hot and you might get got, hard times, geah
 We in the mutherfuckin' house
 Eihthype in the mutherfuckin' house
 Niggas on the run in the mutherfuckin' house
 And that's how we doin' it for the 94 nigga
 So stay the fuck down fool, geah
 Like I said before, geah, nigga