Lyrics
I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside
Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote
Ain't no jack move fool so please don't
Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete
And just like a girl, get freaked
It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming
Compton criminal fool so start running
And please stop biting my stuff
As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough
Of the Eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla
And pistol whip a weak busta
Suckers run up and get slapped
Damn, I thought you was smarter then that
Then to dis the brother who is Compton stepping
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon
I'm straight Checkn 'Em
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No shorts are taken, I give it to you long and slow
Hard fools, drop your guard
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap
And if I have to show, like Rambro
And snap a neck with some Compton effect
And get buck wild sucker
And serve em all like cluckers
You just cant hang with your weak style
You slip right off a the pile
To me your just another pretender
So wave the white flag, boy surrender
And if you a female species
Tryin' to gank then girl you'll get these. Famous vapors, walk in
Papers, see you later
You little crooked alligator
You gets no juice
And if you scheme on my team then I'll cut you loose
You can't handle the format
Punk, I'll use you as a doormat
I'm straight checkn em
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I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned
As the MC Eiht steps from the underground
A villain from the city under siege