Caution Lyrics - Singles - Mc Eiht

Gyeah 

Gyeah 

We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods 

These real cpt g's please show no love 

Compton 

Compton 

In this bitch 

Somebody told me 

Mc eiht is back with that thug shit 

Compton 

Check it out 

[ verse 1 ] 

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My mindstate too late it's been gone 

Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong 

I hustle all day to the f**kin break of dawn 

Sendin niggas' bodies to hell like sadam 

Appetite for destruction corruption 

To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin 

Always into something you heard of me 

Killer for reala my nigga another tragedy 

Pops in the clip and slips the automatic 

Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted 

F**ks them high class I like em hoodratted 

When the shells slide they panic 

Nigga straight static 

Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy 

Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy 

I rolls through goes through such and such 

The angel of death meets you time to touch 

Mind of a lunatic quick to handle 

Sackin muthaf**kas like I was john randall 

I blows out your spot like a candle 

I f**ks you up muthaf**ka like I was rambo 

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[ verse 2 ] 

Easy as it comes I can handle the drama 

I bucks givin a f**k and high off marihuana 

Sendin your body through some muthaf**kin trauma 

I can dump the damn body you can scream for mama 

Common sense you make your ass hit the fence 

Run fast or catch the consequence 

My straight aim I got it with confidence 

The sticky situation I make it intense 

The instigator the muthaf**kin regulator 

The quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltrator 

The violator the muthaf**ka with heat 

Let me see if you can beat it from across the street 

I'ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheap 

I'm a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleep 

I'ma show you the way let these real g's play 

Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray 

[ verse 3 ] 

Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up 

Y'all know when the f**kin cash drawer your hands goes up 

Close up shop nigga the hood's in town 

Hand over the money and don't make a sound 

Doomsday no parlay no politickin 

We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin 

Niggas in black coats with black nines 

Dig into your body and catch the flatline 

Your mama cry over your body at funeral time 

Gang related one-time reported the usual signs 

Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes 

Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes 

Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow 

The big payback have a nigga lay down 

Anyway you bring it I want it 

Gun-totin killin muthaf**ka from compton's most wanted 

Lifestyles of the ghetto foul 

Music to driveby in my dash when I style 

100% gangsta steady servin 

Me and my homie dub-c curb servin 

Gyeah