Hit The Floor

Kniggety-knock, kniggety knock, knock, knock

Punk, guess who's back, yeah, it's that Compton nigga

How'd you figure that I'd give your ass the first jump?

Sorry, fool, The Eiht don't sleep, chump

Some want me to stop with the violence

Some say, "Take a code of silence"

But you'll get the mother-fucking middle finger

'Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer

Now you still want me to flip-flop

Straight black, no chill, we come from top

From the depths of hell as I bail

Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well

Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt

Then peel your cap back, sorry, punk

Back in your shit, so here we go

Motherfuckers hit the floor

Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off

Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga

Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off

Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga

Shiggety-shit's gonna hit the fan, Jack

When I'm blunted off the fuckin chronic sack

Geah, so hit the floor when I cock the gatt

Bloods gon' spill when I rat-tat-tat

Bitches scream, niggas yell

Three days later left is a fucked up smell

Coming from the Compton psycho (psycho)

Can you fuck with me? I don't think so

I got the mind of a lunatic

And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick

And take that shit to the bank

So on the way the Eiht can gank

And my style ain't friendly often

Eight times outta ten, you end in a coffin

I don't think you can deal no more

C-M-W say hit the fucking floor

Punk ass nigga

Back in your shit for the nine-deuce to get loose

Eiht hype in the motherfucking house, geah...