Straight Up Menace lyrics

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot

MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah

And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all

And we ain't nuttin but niggas on the run

And this goes out to my niggas.. gyeah

A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am

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

Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though

I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto

Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young

Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung

Scheamin off 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

Got to follow in the foot steps 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 motherfuckin pain

They done drove my moms insane

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

I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on y'all

Streiht up menace

Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects

Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks

I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder

That the motherfuckin hood would take me under

Gyeah, 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 the mac

Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back

Now he's got the strap to my homie's head

See him play that 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 layin in the hospital bed

Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red

Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished

Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, whassup y'all

Streiht up menace .. damn!

Really.. really

Streiht up menace .. damn!

I'm in too deep

I done killed a 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 bitch's story

Niggas want me gotta come to my territory

And ain't no 'You Can Get the Fist'

Niggas come, and they get done on they own risk

What is it all about?

Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out

Oh what should I do? The homies say

'The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew'

So in the process to show the hood my best

No time to react, caught two in the chest

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

I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, come on y'all

Streiht up menace .. damn!

And on and on

I guess we outta here

Peace to my niggas on the run

And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!

Just like I said before y'all

It ain't nuttin but a compton thang

And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot

And this one's for the niggas, gyeah