Streiht 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 thang y'all
 And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run
 And this goes out to my niggaz. 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 nah 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 moms 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?
 Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
 Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain
 They done drove my moms in-sane
 So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished
 I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
 Uhh, come on y'all
 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 {Japs}
 See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
 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 streiht up menace, gyeah
 Uhh, whassup y'all
 Streiht up menace . damn!
 Really.
 Streiht up menace . damn!
 I'm in too deep
 I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep
 One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep
 And on top of that
 Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
 I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story
 Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
 And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist"
 Niggaz 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 streiht up menace, gyeah
 Uhh, come on y'all
 Streiht up menace . damn!
 And on and on
 I guess we outta here
 Peace to my niggaz on the run
 And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
 Just like I said before y'all
 It ain't nuttin but a compton thang
 And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot
 And this one's for the niggaz, gyea