Wake yo punk ass up for the 93 shot

M-C Eihts in the motherfuckin' house

Geah

And it ain't nothin but a Compton thing y'all

And we ain't nuthin but niggas on the run

And this goes out to my niggas

Geah



A fucked-up childhood is why the way I am

It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hm

Somebody help me

But naw they don't hear me though

I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto

Ain't no escaping cause I'm way too young

Pops is dealin'

And on top of that got moms sprung

Scheming of 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

Gotta follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood

And where's the role model?

Niggas putting brew

In my fuckin' baby bottle, damn

And through all the mothafuckin' pain

They done drove my Mom's insane

So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished

I'll grow up to be a streiht up menace, geah



Uh

C'mon y'all

Straight up menace



Now I'm of age

And living in the projects

Gettin' paid off the clucks and the county checks

I'm finally fresh outta High School

Never did I wonder

That the motherfuckin' hood would take me under

Geah, I'm kickin' it with the homies and they got the straps

Off to the corner store owned by the fuckin' ?

See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with a mack

Astro van, pulls a motherfuckin' jack from the back

Now he's got the strap to my homies head

See I'm playin the 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 laying in the hospital bed

Thinkin' about them punk motherfucka's and my eyes is bloodshot red

Geah, motherfucka's I ain't finished

Be on the lookout for the straight up menace, geah



Uh

What's up ya'll

Straight up menace

Damn

Really

Really

Straight up menace

Damn



I'm in too deep

I done killed the motherfucker and I just can't sleep

One Time's tryin' to do a smooth, creep

And on top of that

Niggas after me for fuckin' one of they hood rats

I ain't got time for the fuckin' bitches story

Niggas want me got to come to my territory

And ain't no you can get out this

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

Or what should I do?

The homies say the hood

Where it's good homeboy I thought you knew

So in the process to show the hood my best

No time to react caught 2 in the chest

Now look who's down I guess I'm finished

I go out like a straight up menace, geah



Uh

C'mon y'all

Straight up menace

Damn

And on that note

I guess we out of here

Peace to my niggas on the run

And we ain't nothin' but straight up menaces

Damn

Just like I said before y'all it ain't nothin' but a Compton thing

And M-C Eihts in the house for the 93 shot and this one's for the niggas

Geah

Writer : AARON TYLER, ANDREW MANUEL, TERRY ALLEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group