Lyrics Streiht Up Menace - Compton's Most Wanted

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht′s in the muthafuckin house, gyeah
And it ain't nuthin′ but a Compton thing y'all
And we ain't nuthin but niggas on the run
And this goes out to my niggas, gyeah
A fucked up childhood is why the way I am
Its got me in a state where I don′t give a damn
Somebody help me, but nah they don′t hear me though
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto
Ain′t no escapin', cause I′m way too young
Pops is dealin', and on top of that got moms sprung
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured
That he′d go down by the hands of another nigga
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good
Got to follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood
And where's the role model?
Niggas puttin′ brew in my fuckin′ baby bottle
Damn
And through all the muthafuckin pain
They done drove my moms in-sane
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uh, come on y′all
Streiht up menace
Now I'm of age, and livin′ in the projects
Gettin' paid off the clucks and the county checks
I′m fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder
That the muthafuckin hood would take me under
Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps
Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin' (Japs)
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Van pulls a muthafuckin jack from the back
Now he′s got the strap to my homie′s head
See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool
He shot my nigga in the fuckin′ head
I caught one in the shoulder, if i didn't run I was dead
Now I′m layin' in the hospital bed
Thinkin′ about them punk muthafuckas and my eyes are bloodshot red
Gyeah muthafuckas I ain't finished
Be on the lookout for the Streiht up menace, gyeah
Uh, wassup y'all
Streiht up menace, damn
Really, really
Streiht up menace, damn
I′m in too deep
I done killed a muthafucka and I just can′t sleep
One-Time's tryna do a smooth creep
And on top of that,
Niggas after me for fuckin′ one of their hood rats
I ain't got time for the fuckin′ bitch's story
Niggas want me gotta come to my territory
And ain′t no "You Can Get The Fist"
Niggas come and they get done on their own risk
What is it all about?
Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out
Oh what should I do?
The homies say "The hood is where it's good homeboy, I thought you knew."
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now, look who′s down, I guess I′m finished
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah
Uh
C'mon y′all
Streiht up menace
Damn
And on that note
I guess we outta here
Peace to my niggas on the run
And it ain't nuthin′ but streiht up menaces, damn
Just like I said before y'all
It ain′t nuthin' but a Compton thing
And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot
This one′s for the niggas, gyeah