The Murda Show lyrics

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E-40


[Intro: Spice 1 & MC Eiht]
Damn Eiht
What the f*ck we gonna do now?
I don't know homeboy youknowI'msayin?
But I'll tell you like this
We gonna bust some ass for the ninety-three shot
Right, these motherf*ckers don't understand
We ain't from around here
That's all right youknowI'msayin?
'Cause we ain't takin no shorts youknowI'msayin?
Compton meets the motherf*ckin Bay Town n*gga
So step the f*ck off this youknowI'msayin?
My n*gga Spice get with em

[Verse 1: Spice 1]
Ya see I'm nothin but a Mac-10 shooter
Killer man looter on the creep with the Glock
Got it c*cked piggidy pop
I cold shot when the cop drop m-a-money gone n*gga
Mind of a lunatic on a steel trigger
Motherf*ckin flash backs of n*gga's bodies rip
From the AK blast on that ass hollow point to the tip to the toe
Creep slow and watch the blood hit the f*ckin flo'
It's the goddamn murda show
Starring a n*gga in black wearin a weed hat creepin low
And co-starring is a psycho motherf*cker
He grew up in Compton bustin caps at the cluckers
His name is MC motherf*ckin Eiht
He got the Uzi weigh a ton eatin n*ggas like a steak on a plate
So n*gga get your popcorn and peanuts 'cause we nuts and we know
Sit back and watch a n*gga murda at the murda show
[Hook: Spice 1 & MC Eiht]
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n*gga from Compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n*gga from Compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
n*gga, shut your f*ckin trap, yeah your punk ass is short
Shorter than short when I peel your cap
The slide the slick, suck my di*k
No mistaking, I bring home greens, f*ck the bacon
The big black mack getting motherf*ckers sprung
They'll be put in the trash by this Compton tongue
Eiht, Spice 1, kickin much ass for fun
Ain't nothin but some n*ggas on the run
Fools need to stay the f*ck down
They can't hang when we bang from Compton and the Bay Town
It's like the last dance or your last chance
When I reach in for the strap in my f*ckin pants
I pump lead then the scene is fled, ain't nothin said
Leavin your skinny ass dead, I can't sleep 'cause it's time to go, fool
Or I'll be late for the murda show, n*gga
[Hook: Spice 1 & MC Eiht]
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n*gga from Compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the n*ggas that I Glock
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n*gga from Compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock with the fools that I Glock

[Verse 3: Spice 1]
Step into the torture chamber, n*gga, let me torch ya
Hangers on your motherf*ckin back, bring ya scorcher
Psychopathic, madman, dead body chucker
Quick to pull the trigger on another motherf*cker
Slangin to the basehead b*tches in the alley
Killin for my motherf*ckin cash in the Cali
My n*gga MC Eiht will make the getaway drive
I got the gat hangin up out the motherf*ckin ride
n*ggas be getting the duck sick f*ckin' with the player, sprayer
Lay a n*gga out with the shout of the t-t-tech
Mic motherf*ckin check one
Stabbin n*ggas up in the lungs, bustin the caps with bloody guns
My Uzi's got my back if player haters wanna jump
The motherf*ckin hollow hit his chest, thump thump
And all the n*ggas leave his bloody body in the dust
One n*gga dead seventeen caps bust
That's how the n*ggas do this sh*t where I'm from
Red-Rum leave your body numb, blast of the dum dum
I got the Glock and I'm headin for the liquor store
Me and Eiht are two-eleven at the motherf*ckin murda show
[Bridge]
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
The one-eighty-seven posse
The one-eighty-seven posse
The one-eighty-seven posse
The S-P-I-C-E, Eiht, G-Nut, and A-N-T

[Hook: Spice 1 & MC Eiht]
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and it's the n*gga from Compton that's stompin
Raise up off my jock or you might get the Glock
A to the motherf*ckin K
187 proof ass n*gga from the Bay (murda show)
Yeah, and yo ass needs to stay the f*ck down
Bangin from Compton and the Bay Town

[Outro: MC Eiht]
Yeah, come on
Uh, Spice 1 and MC Eiht
And that equals the nine you know I'msayin?
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