Return Fire Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em... 

Half ounce one time stick 'em 

Geah 

You know how the f**k we do it, c'mon 

Y'all remember that old school shit, geah 

Get 'em 

C'mon 

Your block is mine bitch back up 

We run the whole f**king world chips stack up (chin chin) 

We've been 

Gettin in where we fit in since the old days 

L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays 

Gun place, crime place, one time swoop 

Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe 

Giving head like a chicken plucked 

Four niggas one bitch, everybody f**king 

From selling my 

Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps 

Got a 

Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd 

As the bullets hit with no names 

Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot 

Flies like an eagle 

Becomes the strap by the motherf**kin regal 

Tinted windows 

Tyres spin fast up out yo' set 

Next week right back to see who we can get 

You want yo' chin checked (ping) 

Fools just gimme a car 

We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall 

The way I'm livin don't give no hail low 

One times I stay low 

Want pay no compton, no play no 

Hit the round when we start blastin 

Out the back door 

Before they send the? in (get up) 

We niggas fo' hire 

Bustin (boom) 

We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em 

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Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em... 

Half ounce one time stick 'em 

Geah 

Bails around twelve o'clock 

Roam my block with the glock 

Keeps the world nicely stash 

From neighbourhood watch 

Walks the rocks 

Dope fiends makes my pay 

Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way 

Photos 

24 is the delivery 

And if you want that bomb shit come and spend with me 

Killas been with me 

Two top tree (geah) 

Cars deep from the streets a diploma 

Endo aroma 

In a coma trauma center, slugs hit your body 

Mentality's too sick when we leave the party 

Makes to clean ghetto way got yo' spot on quire 

Shootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try it 

In my life time I find a f**kin need 

To be paper down red bones chronic weed 

With speed 

A nigga commits to - cluck his dope 

One time's trying to stop the paper chase fo' sho' 

Oh no ain't no escaping of the ghetto bird 

As they fly in fast the 5-0 swerve 

Niggas need to listen: pay attention 

For the money on a mission 

Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah 

(chorus) 

Feds gettin closer 

I'm peepin 

My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up) 

While I'm sleeping 

They creepin 

No worry, grabs the stash and? 

No assistance pick up excepts the cash 

Baby keep yo' head down low 

Tear gas through the window, hits the floor 

Grabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clan 

You grabs to with two mill, the glock in my hand 

Tear gas make a nigga weaker 

Feds talkin much shit on the loud speaker 

To the lexus jeep 

I heard this: she put to keep up 

Told my baby duck down cause I'm about to sweep up 

Whole lotta niggas in my damn way 

Guarantee to keep spittin 

This is payback day 

Makes my pay 

Fast getaway (geah) 

Niggas fo' hire 

Bust back we return the fire (get 'em) 

Half ounce one time 

Stick 'em 

Eihthype one time 

Geah 

Stick 'em