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Geah

In the muthafuckin house

For the 9 to the 6

Geah

To them bitch-ass niggas

We know your residential spot



The red dots on your dome, geah fool, Im ready to pull this

Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest

Original baby gangster on the block

159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock

It looks like rain, so Im wettin

Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin

No need for fuckin with the killer when Im goin down

Nigga please, no r.i.p.s for these westside gees

I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip

Which I stash by my fuckin dick

Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin

Bout my homies who died from the park

From casual to short

Line up the homie as a teardrop falls

No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls

Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven

My mentalitys like the dead has risen

Hit your block with the glock cocked, Im ready to pull it

Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet

Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny

Oh no, Im loco, out the roof of the caddy

Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the mac

I will send you on a trip where you wont be comin back

I pops a bitch-made nigga, and Im cheesin

96 is the killin season



Murder murder murder

Kill kill kill (3x)



Murder murder murder murder...

Geah, come on



Ima flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive

The mentalitys got me stuck in 85

Park boy straight bangin (right)

Peelin caps back to collect my stripes

From the 3rd to the cly, then back to taper

Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors

Bitch please, 159 gees

Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese

And aint no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t

Dippin around, fool, thats where I be

Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle

Represent the hood on my fuckin belt buckle

Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll through

With the mentality of fuckin you

Niggas on niggas, we need to quit

Say it aint no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit

So fool, dont test

I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest

For no apparent reason

96 is the killin season



Murder murder murder

Kill kill kill (3x)



Little hawk

Boom bam

Da foe

And chill



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

Geah

Come on



Time flies when doin drive-bys

Cause it only takes a sec

For boom bam to empty the tec

Not givin a fuck if the clip is empty

If yall buckin, Im buckin, Im takin 2 with me

I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin

Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin

You cant compete, your whole street catch the blues

You gon pay some muthafuckin dues

And aint no stoppin till the clip is through

If Im gon die, your mark-ass gon definitely die too

Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder

Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, ima fold ya

Niggas on the run got my back, and thats cool

Like king tee that gives me permission to act a fool

(just clownin) no need tryin to run for protection

Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section

Niggas be transformin like trees, and

Another dead, its the killin season



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

It dont quit

Murder murder murder

Fuck the shit

Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

But that aint all

Murder murder murder

Cause your ass gon fall



Geah

Compton is this bitch

Geah

You know where the fuck we from

Ugh

Nigga

Original cmw in the muthafuckin house

You know how we do it

Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6

Mc eiht

Dj slip

Tha chill

Lil hawk & bird

Da foe

Bam

My nigga tom

My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the house

My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin house

Everybody in this muthafucka

Geah

Yall know how we do it

For the 9 to the 6, nigga

And you better watch the fuck out

Cause we know your muthafuckin residential spots

Geah

Ugh



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Cause your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

Murder murder murder

It dont quit

Murder murder murder

Fuck the shit

Geah

In the muthafuckin house

For the 9 to the 6

Geah

To them bitch-ass niggas

We know your residential spot



The red dots on your dome, geah fool, Im ready to pull this

Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest

Original baby gangster on the block

159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock

It looks like rain, so Im wettin

Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin

No need for fuckin with the killer when Im goin down

Nigga please, no r.i.p.s for these westside gees

I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip

Which I stash by my fuckin dick

Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin

Bout my homies who died from the park

From casual to short

Line up the homie as a teardrop falls

No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls

Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven

My mentalitys like the dead has risen

Hit your block with the glock cocked, Im ready to pull it

Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet

Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny

Oh no, Im loco, out the roof of the caddy

Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the mac

I will send you on a trip where you wont be comin back

I pops a bitch-made nigga, and Im cheesin

96 is the killin season



Murder murder murder

Kill kill kill (3x)



Murder murder murder murder...

Geah, come on



Ima flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive

The mentalitys got me stuck in 85

Park boy straight bangin (right)

Peelin caps back to collect my stripes

From the 3rd to the cly, then back to taper

Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors

Bitch please, 159 gees

Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like swiss cheese

And aint no stoppin this b.g. from the c-p-t

Dippin around, fool, thats where I be

Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle

Represent the hood on my fuckin belt buckle

Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll through

With the mentality of fuckin you

Niggas on niggas, we need to quit

Say it aint no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit

So fool, dont test

I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest

For no apparent reason

96 is the killin season



Murder murder murder

Kill kill kill (3x)



Little hawk

Boom bam

Da foe

And chill



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

Geah

Come on



Time flies when doin drive-bys

Cause it only takes a sec

For boom bam to empty the tec

Not givin a fuck if the clip is empty

If yall buckin, Im buckin, Im takin 2 with me

I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin

Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin

You cant compete, your whole street catch the blues

You gon pay some muthafuckin dues

And aint no stoppin till the clip is through

If Im gon die, your mark-ass gon definitely die too

Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder

Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, ima fold ya

Niggas on the run got my back, and thats cool

Like king tee that gives me permission to act a fool

(just clownin) no need tryin to run for protection

Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section

Niggas be transformin like trees, and

Another dead, its the killin season



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

It dont quit

Murder murder murder

Fuck the shit

Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Till your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

But that aint all

Murder murder murder

Cause your ass gon fall



Geah

Compton is this bitch

Geah

You know where the fuck we from

Ugh

Nigga

Original cmw in the muthafuckin house

You know how we do it

Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6

Mc eiht

Dj slip

Tha chill

Lil hawk & bird

Da foe

Bam

My nigga tom

My nigga ? ? ? ? ? is in the house

My nigga mike t in the muthafuckin house

Everybody in this muthafucka

Geah

Yall know how we do it

For the 9 to the 6, nigga

And you better watch the fuck out

Cause we know your muthafuckin residential spots

Geah

Ugh



Murder murder murder

It dont stop

Murder murder murder

Cause your ass gon drop

Murder murder murder

Murder murder murder

It dont quit

Murder murder murder

Fuck the shit

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