Goin’ Out Like Geez lyrics

by

Redman


[Intro]
Geah, We in the muthaf*ckin house for the 94
Eihthype in the muthaf*ckin house
Geah, MC Eiht and DJ Slip in the muthaf*ckin house
Uh, Compton in the house, n*gga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, b*tch
Geah

[Verse 1]
You can nail me to the muthaf*ckin wall
You can bust me in the head with gatz
But punk ass n*gga I'll be back, geah
You f*cked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
n*gga didn't smoke my ass with the
f*ckin blood runnin down my back
I pull the muthaf*ckin strap on the sneak attack, uh
Load the hollow points into the hot Glock
Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block
Don't give a f*ck who's inside
His little sis' caught the f*ckin slug so I jumps in the G-ride
Feelin cold as I look at the murder metal
Hear the sirens so I hit the mutherf*ckin pedal
Tyres got to spinnin, I can see the smoke
Could barely catch my breath as I start to choke
Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back
Damn that was wack
Dip through the back streets so I can slide out
The G-ride to my homie Chills to hide out
Dump the mutherf*ckin Glock, it was dirty
Bammed on my n*gga door, damn Chill heard me
He opened up the door and I fell straight in
Passed out for a second cause I lost my wind
Woke up to hit the mutherf*ckin weed and Chill looked up and said:
"Damn Eiht you bleedin!"
n*ggas they pulled the f*ckin sneak attack
f*cked around and caught 2 to the f*ckin back, geah
n*ggas was buckin tried to put me down
Some punk muthaf*ckas from across town, uh
You won't be chalkin up one for your sorry set
Ain't dead yet
Just label me a deadly threat
Get Boom Bam on the mutherf*ckin phone
Get the 19 shot cause n*gga it's on
I know the spot where them punk n*ggas chill
Hit their hood with the big black steel
I do it my way like M.J
Slam dunk these hollow points in you, punk
No time to think about it twice
Leave these muthaf*ckas in traps and scattered like f*ckin mice
Boom Bam meet me at the spot, I'm shot
I don't give a f*ck they gon' get got
One time's on my di*k, f*ck it
Jump out, run through the alley to the bucket
Now the bullet starts to travel, I caught a shiver
But f*ck it like the mail man I'll deliver
I hoppes out the bucket and I'm bleedin bad
But f*ck it don't sweat it cause I'm too damn mad
Don't give a damn of who's in the line of fire
Grabbed the 'K and kneeled down by the tyre
They bust at me and I bust back
Boom Bam bring up the rear with the f*ckin Mac
I buck one in the chest he start to beg
"Let me live"
I slipped, caught one in the leg
My n*gga Bam let the mutherf*ckin Mac spit
Here comes Tha Chill over the fence, f*ck this sh*t!
I grabbed the 'K and kicked in the front door
90 rounds spittin as I catch 2 more
But I don't give a f*ck about these
Mark-ass n*ggas, we'll go out like G's

Come on
Compton in the house, n*gga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, geah
Compton in the house, b*tch

Eihthype in the muthaf*ckin house
For the 94, geah
My n*gga Slip in the muthaf*ckin house
Half Ounce in the house
n*ggas On The Run in the muthaf*ckin house
And this is going out to all the Compton G's, geah
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