1991 - MC Eiht, Conejo

Growing up in the hood, 1991

17 of my boys died by the gun

Ese fast forward 10

I was on the run, that’s OTR

You cross the border for fun

And me I cross the border

Or face indictment

Another street war

With the enemies fighting

I’m writing, ese in my journal

So I could tell the world

About this fucking inferno

I’m heavily armed

When I’m in the shadows

Muthafuckers get served

On a silver plater

My presence, when I rhyme

That’s a cut throat voice boy

West my side

Steel trigger

Homie how you figur

I’m West Adams born

Foo the unforgiving

Like a drug

That I dliver

That’s heroin tar

On the menu for dinner

The mysterious sound

Travels around

SoundCloud plays

The Mob G get down

Dedication, to the craft

Street poet for the culture

On their behalf

It’s aggressive

No easy task

Elements of intrigue

When the nina blasts

That’s regardless

I get rave reviews

Scarface dos

Been paid his dues

So home, is where the hatred is

Penitentiary chance

Just to handle biz

Home, is where the hatred is

I made that choice

That’s what the fuck I did

I had to tell a muthafucka

That I just can’t breathe

Now I’m caught up in some shit

That you wouldn’t believe

Fucking tricks up your sleeve

That’s some fucked up hate

Back again in some shit

That you can relate

I had to tell a muthafucka

That I just can’t breathe

Now I’m caught up in some shit

That you wouldn’t believe

Fucking tricks up your sleeve

That’s some fucked up hate

Back again in some shit

Nigga can you relate?

[Verse 2: MC Eiht

Straight up menace loccest A-Wax

My rhymes street knowledge

I been there and back

Front & back Cadillac

Yeah and that’s back bumper

.38 in my lap you can call it a thumper

With my ese partner serving up some wet

Compton muthafucka that’s your death threat

Uno, dos, tres, quatro

My red beam straight

Muthafucka Ibshot yo, ass

Caught up in some payback drama

And my money better add up to way more commas

Olde English 800 gave a nigga some power

Hollow points drive a nigga

And some niggas will cower

I got heart from the hate

No debate I’m free

Couple suckas fuck around

8 shots from me

That’s tales bout the black & brown

And underground

When there’s shots in the city

You know how that sound, geeah

When there’s shots in the city

You know how that sound

I had to tell a muthafucka

That I just can’t breathe

Now I’m caught up in some shit

That you wouldn’t believe

Fucking tricks up your sleeve

That’s some fucked up hate

Back again in some shit

Nigga can you relate?

I had to tell a muthafucka

That I just can’t breathe

Now I’m caught up in some shit

That you wouldn’t believe

Fucking tricks up your sleeve

That’s some fucked up hate

Back again in some shit

Nigga can you relate?

Geah, official

Hahaha Big C-Rock

Been a menace to society

Homie I’m eternal

You sloppy muthafucka

You know nothing bout war time