The Murda Show (with MC Eiht)

Damn Eiht

What the fuck we gonna do now?

I don't know homeboy youknowI'msayin?

But I'll tell you like this

We gonna bust some ass for the ninety-three shot

Right, these motherfuckers don't understand

We ain't from around here

That's all right youknowI'msayin?

Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowI'msayin?

Compton meets the motherfuckin Bay Town nigga

So step the fuck off this youknowI'msayin?

My nigga Spice get with em

Ya see I'm nothin but a Mac-10 shooter

Killer man looter on the creep with the Glock

Got it cocked picidy pop

I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone nigga

Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger

Motherfuckin flash backs of nigga's bodies rip

From the AK blast on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe

Creep slow and watch the blood hit the fuckin flo'

It's the goddamn murda show

Starring a nigga in black wearin a weed hat creepin low

And co-starring is a psycho motherfucker

He grew up in Compton bustin caps at the cluckers

His name is MC motherfuckin Eiht

He got the Uzi weigh a ton eatin niggas like a steak on a plate

So nigga get your popcorn and peanuts cause we nuts and we know

Sit back and watch a nigga murda at the murda show

(Chorus: Spice-1 & MC Eiht)

A to the motherfuckin K

187 proof ass nigga from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

A to the motherfuckin K

187 proof ass nigga from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

(MC Eiht)

Nigga, shut your fuckin trap, yeah your punk ass is short

Shorter than short when I peel your cap

The slide the slick, suck my dick

No mistaking, I bring home greens, fuck the bacon

The big black mack getting motherfuckers sprung

They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue

Eiht, Spice 1, kickin much ass for fun

Ain't nothin but some niggas on the run

Fools need to stay the fuck down

They can't hang when we bang from Compton and the Bay Town

It's like the last dance or your last chance

When I reach in for the strap in my fuckin pants

I pump lead then the scene is fled, ain't nothin said

Leavin your skinny ass dead, I can't sleep cause it's time to go

Fool or I'll be late for the murda show, nigga

(Chorus: Spice-1 & MC Eiht)

A to the motherfuckin K

187 proof ass nigga from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the niggas that I Glock

A to the motherfuckin K

187 proof ass nigga from the Bay (murda show)

Yeah, and it's the nigga from Compton that's stompin

Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

(Spice-1)

Step in to the torture chamber, nigga, let me torch ya

Hangers on your motherfuckin back, bring ya scorcher

Psychopathic, madman, dead body chucker

Quick to pull the trigger on another motherfucker

Slangin to the basehead bitches in the alley

Killin for my motherfuckin cash in the Cali

My nigga MC Eiht will make the getaway drive

I got the gat hangin up out the motherfuckin ride

Niggas be getting the duck sick fuckin' with the player, sprayer

Lay a nigga out with the shout of the t-t-tech

Mic motherfuckin check one

Stabbin niggas up in the lungs bustin the caps with bloody guns

My Uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump

The motherfuckin hollow head hit his chest thump, thump

And all the niggas leave his bloody body in the dust

One nigga dead seventeen caps bust

That's how the niggas do this shit where I'm from

Red-Rum leave your body numb blast of the dum dum

I got the Glock and I'm headin for the liquor store

Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherfuckin murda show