Hit the Floor

Kniggety-knock, kniggety knock, knock, knock
Punk, guess who's back, yeah, it's that Compton nigga
How'd you figure that I'd give your ass the first jump?
Sorry, fool, The Eiht don't sleep, chump
Some want me to stop with the violence
Some say, "Take a code of silence"
But you'll get the mother-fucking middle finger
'Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer

Now you still want me to flip-flop
Straight black, no chill, we come from top
From the depths of hell as I bail
Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well
Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt
Then peel your cap back, sorry, punk
Back in your shit, so here we go
Motherfuckers hit the floor

Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga
Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga

Shiggety-shit's gonna hit the fan, Jack
When I'm blunted off the fuckin chronic sack
Geah, so hit the floor when I cock the gatt
Bloods gon' spill when I rat-tat-tat
Bitches scream, niggas yell
Three days later left is a fucked up smell
Coming from the Compton psycho (psycho)
Can you fuck with me? I don't think so

I got the mind of a lunatic
And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick
And take that shit to the bank
So on the way the Eiht can gank
And my style ain't friendly often
Eight times outta ten, you end in a coffin
I don't think you can deal no more
C-M-W say hit the fucking floor

Punk ass nigga
Back in your shit for the nine-deuce to get loose
Eiht hype in the motherfucking house, geah...