Do this muthafuckin' shit right though
  We in the muthafuckin' house
  Geah
  In the muthafuckin' house
  Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house
  Boom Bam, Tha Chill
  MC Eiht in the house
  And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah
  
  [THA CHILL]
  I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk
  Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
  Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
  For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
  Muthafuckas best to run and duck
  Cause that nigga named Chill still don't give a fuck
  Niggas be gettin' shot up with the pistola
  Call me Chill but not that nigga known as a cold chiller
  I got my heat on the front of the seat
  Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a nigga gone off the bop gun
  Niggas On The Run, hah, click number 1
  Got them niggas steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung
  So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
  And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
  Nigga figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
  Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
  Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
  Or better yet chalk 'em up
  I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
  Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a nigga slippin' with your shit nigga
  1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' nigga
  
  Ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill
  We ain't nuthin' but them niggas that kill...
  Boom Bam in the house
  
  Where you from nigga?
  
  [BOOM BAM]
  I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N
  Niggas be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin
  One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
  Rock-a-bye bitch nigga, shit is getting deeper
  Bitch wanna know where us niggas that kill at
  Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at
  Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars & Sense
  I'm backin' my nigga Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent nigga
  Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quick
  Cause when you fuck with my nigga then it's some real shit
  So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
  Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at
  You best to watch your back
  Cause I be creepin' through your hood
  Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
  Just hopin' that I see you
  To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
  Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' niggas
  Geah, cause we them killin' niggas
  
  Chorus...
  
  [EIHT]
  Don't be slippin' on this side of town
  Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down
  And I'ma clown like Krusty when I bust this
  You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty
  Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga
  Nigga how'd you figure?
  You better be diggin a bigger ditch
  Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped
  I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
  Geah, fool
  Original Baby Gangsta
  I'ma pull
  My shit
  Then watch - it spit
  Ooh, the fire
  The hollow points flyin'
  Hear the screams of your bitch
  While you dyin' (geah)
  Lyin' on your back
  Tryin' to get ????
  Never seen a man cry
  Until he seems dead
  As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
  Better dash before your dead
  By these killin' niggas
  
  Chorus...
  
  Geah
  In the muthafuckin' house
  The Eihthype thugs, uh
  Just them killas niggas know I'm sayin'
  ????? to the 9-6
  We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass nigga uh
  Don't fuck around know I'm sayin'
  C'mon sayin'
  Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets