Do this muthafuckin' shit right though
We in the muthafuckin' house
Geah
In the muthafuckin' house
N***as On The Run in the muthafuckin' house
Boom Bam, Tha Chill
MC Eiht in the house
And we know your muthafuckin' residential spots, geah

[THA CHILL]
I'm breakin 'em off the proper chunks of the Compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
Muthafuckas best to run and duck
Cause that n***a named Chill still don't give a fuck
N***as be gettin' shot up with the pistola
Call me Chill but not that n***a known as a cold chiller
I got my heat on the front of the seat
Fuck a cop, anybody killa when a n***a gone off the bop gun
N***as On The Run, hah, click number 1
Got them n***as steady swangin' and the bitches straight sprung
So you best to bring your army, your posse, your gang
And we can get in the street and throw them thangs
N***a figure he's bigger, dig a bigger ditch, ah
Fool I'm holdin' the trigger
Finger got the itch, uh, stitch
Or better yet chalk 'em up
I'm tearin' up body parts, makin' it smell like what the fuck?
Don't be thinkin' you gon' catch a n***a slippin' with your shit n***a
1-5-9 times up your head from this stone cold killin' n***a

Ain't nuthin' but them n***as that kill
We ain't nuthin' but them n***as that kill...
Boom Bam in the house

Where you from n***a?

[BOOM BAM]
I'm from the C to the O to the M to the P to the T to the O to the N
N***as be poppin' that shit and I'll be sockin 'em once up in they chin
One hitter quitter, guaranteed sleeper
Rock-a-bye bitch n***a, shit is getting deeper
Bitch wanna know where us n***as that kill at
Well, bring your ass to the West Side of Compton that's where we chill at
Cause I don't give a fuck about Dollars & Sense
I'm backin' my n***a Eiht at hundred and fifty nine percent n***a
Cause I swear to god I'm gonna kill Quik
Cause when you fuck with my n***a then it's some real shit
So if you feel you wants to get something off of your back
Come to the new muthafucka, that's where you'll find me at
You best to watch your back
Cause I be creepin' through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
Just hopin' that I see you
To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
Cause when we cool, we calm, we just chillin' n***as
Geah, cause we them killin' n***as

Chorus...

[EIHT]
Don't be slippin' on this side of town
Where the notorious, victorious, put that ass down
And I'mma clown like Krusty when I bust this
You can't let off cause that shit is too rusty
Better be breakin' like Trigga when I pull my trigga
N***a how'd you figure?
You better be diggin a bigger ditch
Fo' sho' just watch that ass get popped
I'll make you jump ship then quickly sets up shop
Geah, fool
Original Baby Gangsta
I'mma pull
My shit
Then watch - it spit
Ooh, the fire
The hollow points flyin'
Hear the screams of your bitch
While you dyin' (geah)
Lyin' on your back
Tryin' to get ????
Never seen a man cry
Until he seems dead
As I pump 2 more slugs up in that ass
Better dash before your dead
By these killin' n***as

Chorus...

Geah
In the muthafuckin' house
The Eihthype thugs, uh
Just them killas n***as know I'm sayin'
????? to the 9-6
We're back full of tricks for your bitch-ass n***a uh
Don't fuck around know I'm sayin'
C'mon sayin'
Geah, True Blue Thugs from the muthafuckin' steets