Thuggin It Up Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Geah 

C'mon geah (right) 

C'mon 

I comes from the depths of hell 

Where - killin' niggas roam 

Illegal mobile phones, 4-5's and 9's: that's chrome 

Abbreviated sets is where they macks 

Crack sales in stacks 

Government pay no taxes 

If one times roll through they get hit up 

No bullet proof vest protects that chest 

Blood gets spit up (geah) 

You can't believe it like aids with eazy 

Fools be droppin when I be 

Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah) 

Damn why the fuck do they live like that? 

How come 

Every lil' park boy carry a gat? (I don't know) 

Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don't know) standers 

Intimidate niggas who can't stand us (geah) 

So baby don't be caught nappin' 

In clubs, we scrappin on blocks 

We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right) 

The way you livin' ain't worth a fuck (geah) 

We straight thuggin' it up c'mon (geah) 

Somebody say 

Geah 

Somebody say 

Geah (that's right) 

Somebody say 

We straight thuggin' it up 

C'mon nigga 

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I walks around with the glocks all day 

Puttin in work that compton way (compton) 

Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out 

One time comin fast(geah) 

I hear the cluck shout, but uh... 

It's too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass 

But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash 

Cause ain't no future in this frontin 

Corners I bend to get more ends (geah) 

On fools I'm dumpin' 

And to my homies I got clout 

Baby black's got stack and my mom's trying to figure me out 

Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son? 

Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun? (geah) 

I said momma please 

Cause I got dreams of slangin' ki's, rollin' on d's 

Bear wit' me cause this live is fucked (geah) 

Streiht thuggin' it up, c'mon geah 

Photos 

Somebody say 

Geah 

Somebody say 

Geah (that's right) 

Somebody say 

We straight thuggin' it up 

Geah 

Compton 

Yeah 

West side (geah) 

Somebody say 

We straight thuggin' it up 

Shit ain't worked out to good 

Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood 

So now I rolls with the 9 

Watch my back for the pack and even one time 

Mom's on nervous status 

Put her on tha midnight train like gladys 

I see some headlights late night in the mirror 

I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it's time to burn 

I hits the pedal then I jet 

Duckin' while they buckin', I'm buckin' back cause I ain't dead yet 

I caught 2 slugs from his chrome (damn) 

But he caught 2 slugs in his dome (pop pop) 

Now it's time to take me home 

And I'm lyin on my back (geah) 

Spittin up blood, and I'm thinkin' to my muthafuckin self 

No more livin' in this life that's fucked (geah) 

Die thuggin' it up, c'mon geah 

Somebody say 

Geah 

Somebody say 

Geah (that's right) 

Somebody say 

We straight thuggin' it up 

C'mon 

Compton 

Somebody say 

West side! 

Somebody say 

Geah 

We straight thuggin' it up 

C'mon 

Straight thuggin' it up 

C'mon geah 

Straight thuggin' it up 

C'mon sing 

My homie short 

Casual 

Tight loc 

Rest in peace