[MC Eiht] Hehe Hey Chill, man Remember back in '87 when the homies was chillin at the high school?
[Tha Chill MC] He Yeah, you're talkin 'bout way back then, huh? When homies was like hangin and bangin back then
[MC Eiht] Couldn't face the facts Homies was gettin rolled on and taken out
[Tha Chill MC] Geah man I know what you're talkin about, man Won't you like it, kick the old school
[VERSE 1: MC Eiht] Let me take a trip back down memory lane To explain how I attained the name Of a Compton criminal, part time player Fresh off the streets turned cool rhyme sayer Had to get away from the gangs and crime Didn't learn my lesson young, Eiht was doin some time For a GTA, grand theft auto I musta was buzzed off the chicken bottle Took a look at my life, how the style was goin I was stuck in my tracks and yo, it wasn't flowin Time went by, as my life progressed I was handed a class 1 MC test Could I fly straight and make it in the big leagues? I guess the army was out cause I smoked big [edited] Took a chance and said what the hell can I loose? Be a MC or jailed sportin county blues It was a rough ride, suckers clowned and gave me trouble Heard a pimp popped, stopped, there's a busted bubble I got dissed, ganked, laughed, shanked, stuck In street terms (Eiht was down on his luck) I got deep into it, had the fools like peepin Word up punk, ain't no sleepin It's dedicted to all them sorry clowns that hated CMW's rollin, geah (we made it)
[VERSE 2: Tha Chill MC] Yo, take a chill pill, Chill's about to speak, so hand a Mike straight snatches innocent bystanders My childhood was good, had not troubles at home I was young in age but in the mind I was grown Just like a outcast on my family tree Said I'd be from a gang and run with the E Jackin and fightin was first priority LP lock down on a young minority My lifestyle was based on the color of a rag Just like a one way ticket to a bodybag It ain't the image I had, it's the image you get When you don't take nothin and you're down for the set I had to play my cards right because my style was in cue And proof to the suckers that Tha C ain't souped They didn't believe I'd turn out for the best To come out of a hole and come out fresh Some still don't accept how I came up on it Now the only thing I claim is Compton's Most Wanted I sized up, wised up from doin the dirt Get a clap, killin suckers puttin in work Took the right road cause on the strength I'm proud to be black And you can't be proud if your ass is jack If it's a doubt you can't get out, boy, save it Tha Chill know what's up and yo (we made it)
[VERSE 3: MC Eiht] It's hard tryin to make a name for yourself And if there's suckers with beef, it really don't help They try to knock E for the hard style that I'm givin Can't rap themselves so they offer criticism Forget that, cause I won't come up short for nobody Promotin no violence, just promotin hype parties It takes a lot to be a dope rapper It don't take jack to be a toe-tapper Quite difficult, there's a lot of troubles involved In fact, a lot of questions left unsolved Do the right thing, forget about a g-a-n-g Cause you might lose your life for the s-e-t All this dealin, killin, stealin To E, boy, is straight up illin As you can see, who gives a damn how you're livin Because in this world there's all takin and no givin Word, homie, I don't get it Bangin and slangin, claimin that you're with it I know times is hard but they ain't that hard Think it over before the man pulls your card You stink, why don't you rethink In fact, think it over while you're havin a drink Before you sell out thinkin you can't fade it Eiht know what's up and yo (we made it)
[VERSE 4: Tha Chill MC] Now is it really worth your effort and time To put yourself to it and make a cool rhyme? It's easier said than done, so don't get dissed Put your life on the line because you're takin a risk Think about it and come to a conclusion That's how E came up with the style we're usin To make a party pump, better bump And take and slay a MC chump The message I bring is easy to adapt Get the hell off the streets before they peel your cap Locked down maximum, no, not minimum Get hip to Tha C, program it in your system Boy, I heard you jack by holdin a gat Come on, now tell me, what is that? You're thinkin was it really right To take a life, who gave you the right? Damn, this stuff is kinda funny Possessions of dope, that's how you make your money Tryin to make a livin by slingin lleyo Boys on the tip, that's why you suckers got to lay low In the end, who really wins, my friend? To late, one way ride to the pen The streets is the only way for pay, don't even say it Cause Tha Chill know what's poppin and yo (we made it)
[MC Eiht] Hahahahaha Peep this out I'd like to send a shout out to my partner in rhyme, Tha Chill MC
[Tha Chill MC] Word em up, homie Hey yo, I'm gonna send this out to the downest, the MC Eiht
[MC Eiht] CMW We made it And we outta here Peace outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
