[o dawg from menace ii society]   "oh nigga guess what!   Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!   I know where they be kickin it at   Down with a 187? "      [eiht]   Eeerrr...   Geah   Geah   In the muthafuckin house, fool   For the 9 to the fizive-o   The eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house   Geah   And like my nigga e-40 say:   We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here   Tha eihthype thugs   C.m.w.   N.o.t.r.   Lil hawk & bird   Da foe      I'ma hit you up with the t, so better scoot   Out the sunroof of the coupe as I shoot   And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin   Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin   We don't be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip   Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip   Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin   When the 9 mill starts unloadin   You better be watchin what you sayin   Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin   Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin your block   Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier   Don't wanna catch the slug   But you's a mark tryin to be a tree top thug   Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this   Report your homies for domestic violence   For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block   Dash, david gash, i'ma tap that ass      [o dawg from menace ii society]   "now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em   Shit it ain't that hard"      [eiht]   I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met   The story that you told was some fake bullshit   It was me and chill my pal   The scene was like the showdown at the o.k. coral   It was you and then about five of y'all hangin   Standin in the center lookin like y'all was bangin   (ain't nuthin but marks)   Approached me with your "p" hat   But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that   But I'm knowin I'm a nigga you love to hate   But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate   I shouldn't've fell for it, I should've started slappin   Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin   David blake: you fake as fuck!   I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck   I guess that eye was too black cause you still can't see me   Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini   Oh geah, just like I said before   Ain't nuthin but the ho on my dick   Little trick named quik   Geah, quick to get fucked one time   You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine   And nigga, checks this   Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam into poles   Niggas should've just told me that you was a mark and   I wouldn't've hit you up with that notorious park   (you know where we from)   Can't fade it, better fear it   Got one of your little b.g.'s to write your fuckin lyrics   Playin around with the hood you get got   Nick name should be spot for that eye you got   You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap   My nigga boom bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap   No muthafuckin truce   Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce   Don't make me have to act up   Cause you's a frail muthafucka with no back up   Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake   'member one-time gaffled, nationwide blue tape   Original compton representin to the t   Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-be's   Go run right through you   And before we kill off, remember the 'niew did it to you   Slick talkin, fast walkin   Nigga, how'd you figure that the e wasn't gon' stand and deliver?    You ain't worth a penny   Never had a damn eye, dotted so many   Times, two times, three times   You fall to the floor, you don't want no mo'   And if you wanna get with this you best to dash   Geah, cause i'ma tap that ass      West side   Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas   Uh   Ain't nuthin but the new style, you know?    I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass   9 to the fizive-0, fool   You can't fuck with these killas   So stay the fuck back   And rounds up your little homies and shit   Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga   True blue from the streets   Wessyyyde