Nuthin’ But the Gangsta lyrics

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Spice 1


[Intro: MC Eiht]
Geah
We in the mothaf*ckin' house
Eiht Hype in the mothaf*ckin' house, geah
1/2 Oz in the mothaf*ckin' house
My n*ggas on the Run in the mothaf*ckin' house
Lil Hawk n Bird in the mothaf*ckin' house, geah
And ain't no love in the '94, ho

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
It makes me want to jack mothaf*ckas in the fog
Let them hood rat b*tches know the true meanin' of a dog
Makes me want to be a n*gga, for hire
Let 5-O feel the mothaf*ckin' fire
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uh
Walkin' with the strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap (uh-huh)
And b*tches can't hang with the pack
Ho's talkin' smack, it makes me smack you right back
n*ggas got beef think teens out macked
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin'
Fool, I slang a gang of twenty bags
Pistol in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the helicopter
Blast from the AK fill the f*ckin' copper
It's do or die, mothaf*cka, die!
n*ggas from the Compton streets so don't even try, n*gga
You get a slug from the stub for offendin' me
Ain't nothin' but the gangsta in me
[Hook: MC Eiht]
Nothin' but the gangsta, geah
Nothin' but the gangsta, geah
Nothin' but the gangsta, geah
Spice 1 come down

[Verse 2: Spice 1]
I am a G, yes, I'm only a G
Walks like a G, talks like a G
So A to the mothaf*ckin' K
It's your one eight seven proof ass n*gga from the Bay
Wanna be totin' my gat quick to slap sh*t, pistol-whip they ass
I'mma do the blastin', Eiht you get the cash and
Dash the f*ck out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the next n*gga, that's how we runnin' up
I pulls my hat to the back when I slide
When a mothaf*cka peelin' his cap
Pick out my nine millimeter uzi, barrel chrome, handle plastic
So killamatic, killamatic, killaman, killaman with me Glock
Piggity-pop mothaf*cka, watch 'em drop, mothaf*cka
Just a G, comin' up out the Bay with a fat AK
Put it in your face and split your wig, n*gga, zag to zig n*gga
Disrespect me, I'mma bank ya
'Cause I'm nothin' but a mothaf*ckin' East Bay Gangsta

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Haha, come on, n*gga
[Verse 3: Redman]
Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like The Blob
Droppin' trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
f*ck a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex
Redman, b*tch, you better ask some bod'
Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
I'm from the Jersey section, and I keep it real for '94 and
I can't march y'all swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
Better pack a nine gat
And the cops - still don't know where mines at
Black, huh, I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
It's the funk deceased n*gga comin' through
b*tch, so grab your head piece
I got the gangsta in me, plus, I'm not friendly
To a b*tch-ass, whose mouth runs more laps than the Indi's
Now, let me Spice the track up
MC Eiht, pass the bone, so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk, and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, reppin' from New Jersey, period!

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta (Woo)
Nothin' but the gangsta (Geah)
Nothin' but the gangsta (n*gga)
Nothin' but the gangsta
[Verse 4: MC Eiht]
Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin' with my starched up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uh
It's nothin' but the gang thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin' no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
f*ck it, I'mma violate probation
No one gave a mad f*ck about me
Since the age of eight, I roamed the halls of LB
Pops boned out, never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homie put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key, now they buyin' from me
Rollin' in the Trey on f*ckin gold D's
Nothin' but the mothaf*ckin' gangsta in me (Geah)

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Nothin' but the gangsta, geah (That's right)
Nothin' but the gangsta (Come down)

[Outro: MC Eiht]
And that's how it's going down (Geah)
That's how it's going down, uh (Geah)
1/2 Oz in the mothaf*ckin' house
n*ggas on the Run, Lil Hawk n Bird
Geah

[Hook: MC Eiht]
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Nothin' but the gangsta
Woo!
Geah
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