Straight Up Menace

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
 MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house, gyeah
 And it ain't nothin but a compton thing y'all
 And we ain't nuttin but niggas on the run
 And this goes out to my niggas, gyeah
 A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am
 It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm
 Somebody help me, but no they don't hear me though
 I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
 Ain't no escapin', cause I'm way too young
 Pops is dealin', and on top of that got mom's sprung
 Scheamin' off the top, Pops never figured
 That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga
 Now my Pops is gone and that ain't no good
 Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood
 And where's the role model?
 Niggas putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle
 Damn, and through all the motherfuckin' pain
 They done drove my moms insane
 So, I guess I gotta' do work so I ain't finished
 I grow up to be a straight up menace, gyeah
 Huh, come on y'all
 Straight up menace
 Now I'm of age, and livin' in the projects
 Gettin' paid off the clucks and the county checks
 I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
 That the motherfuckin' hood would take me under
 Gyeah, I'm kickin' it with the homies and they got the straps
 Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin'
 See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mac
 Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin' jack from the back
 Now he's got the strap to my homie's head
 See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool
 He shot my nigga in the fuckin' head
 I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead
 Now I'm layin' in the hospital bed
 Thinkin' about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
 Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished
 Be on the look-out for the straight up menace, gyeah
 Huh, whassup y'all
 Straight up menace, damn
 Really, really
 Straight up menace, damn
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 I'm in too deep
 Had to killed the motherfucker and I just can't sleep
 One-Time's tryin' to do a smooth, creep
 And on top of that
 Nigga's after me, for fuckin' one of they hood rats
 I ain't got time for the fuckin' bitch's story
 Niggas want me gotta come to my territory
 And ain't no 'You Can Get the Fist'
 Niggas come, and they get done on they own risk
 What is it all about?
 Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out
 Oh what should I do? The homies say
 'The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew'
 So in the process to show the hood my best
 No time to react, caught two in the chest
 Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished
 I go out like a straight up menace, gyeah
 Huh, come on y'all
 Straight up menace, damn!
 And on and on
 I guess we outta here
 Peace to my niggas on the run
 And it ain't nothin' but straight up menaces, damn!
 Just like I said before y'all
 It ain't nothin' but a compton thang
 And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot
 And this one's for the niggas, gyeah