It's A Com

Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?
(with the funky piano...) --> chuck d
Turn that shit down, man
Don't you know i'm tryin to get some sleep here?
(with the funky piano...) --> chuck d
Huh?
What you say?
I'll go upside your goddamn head, man
If you don't put that goddamn music down, man
(with the funky piano...) --> chuck d
Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street
I got to sleep now

(compton's in the house)
(yeah)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Yeah, killin off suckers, it's me
You're stupid tryin to take me for some punk mc?
I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheap
Compton's most wanted, punk, rollin four deep
Gats that i'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt
Had too much st. ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake mc jacks
Boy, i smack and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker mc's in a war-like attack
So chill (what's up?)
Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck
(hey yo eiht) what's up?
(boy, i think you said enough)
Chill, i ain't said shit until i call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, eiht is like your father
Wanna beg? sucker, don't bother
Last-place mc's think you can handle this?
(1-2-3) sock em smooth through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, know what i'm sayin
Yeah, i got the picture, i commence the sprayin

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
Boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stage
C.m.w. is like a hub city army brigade
Give no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because your rhymes are wack
So hit me with your best shot, and boy, you see
How tha chill and the eiht drop punk mc's
But credit's never due to you suckers that be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, i'm just takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, because you got no game
So just let up, i'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, just shut up
Leave it to tha chill, yeah, i take care of business
(that's bet, cause eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, i'm droppin the dogs
So just chill as tha chill explains
When it comes to gettin over i know all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause c.m.w.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too funky

C.m.w. - is that you, man?
(yeah!)
Keep on playin that shit, man
I like that shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911 call
They ain't comin anyway, this is compton
Man, that shit was gonna sound good in my t-bird, man

(everything i do gon' be funky)

(this is serious business)
(i'm from compton, so you should know the deal) (4x)
(this is serious business)
(compton's in the house)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Let me explain the game that i'm performin
Before i get loced i give a warnin
Take cover, cause i blow up suckers like i'm atomic
Hittin harder than any, releasin rhymes like a bionic
Human, you're assumin that i've run out of luck
But i clock big bucks, so i don't give a fuck
If you play me, cause playin me means that you're jockin
For the food that i'm droppin and for the rhythms that i'm rockin
A criminal, recognized for rookies that i'm killin
Presidents i'm bankin for the raps that i'md ealin
So if you claim the fo', wanna go toe to toe
I got the heart to take you out with just one blow
Eiht means business

[ verse 2: the chill ]
Here comes the chill again
I drink gin to sin, because i'm in in to win
You want static? punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by dj slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, i pull a jack move
My rep never lets, no sucker slip behind me
Put the fools in check, so jack, don't even try me
Feelin like a villain cause i'm illin
And as i'm killin i'm chillin
And on the new jacks i'm stealin
Niggas gotta have it, girls wanna grab it
They on the tip like it's a habit
I mean business

(this is serious business)
(cause i'm strictly business) (4x)

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
I'm kinda pissed off, because you thought we was flops
What? it's cmw, punk, it's time to get mopped
Listen closely to what it's about
It's a petition, so we can boot your punk-ass out
I guess it's your fault, because the e got the feelin
That, yeah, you be nothin but another mercy killin
It started, and i recruit you like a trooper
Snatchin all those stupid party poopers
I mean business, so yo, don't even try
And geah, the e is potent like some chocolate thai
Like a poet my poetry thumps
Stick in a tape and watch your system bump

[ verse 4: the chill ]
You played yourself out for the last time, sucker
No way, no how, no need, you say, "what the?!"
Chill's on the mic goin wild
Buck the fake rap new jacks with my compton style
And yeah, i do it better than most, cause i'm the c
Down with e, a-n-t and s-l-i-p
Dj rockin tom got the back, so yo
Master rick kinda slick, down with jolly joe
I take care of business, first intuition
Cancel all the sorry competition
So witness, first class sign, you say, "what is this?"
Another funky rhythm, cause yo, i mean business

[ eiht ] yo, yo, check this out
Yeah, mc eiht in the house
Compton's most wanted
I mean business
Yo chill, tell these fools what's up

[ chill ]
Alright, check this out
My name's the chill
A/k/a the hip-hop thug
You know
And i'm definitely meanin business
And i'm not takin no shorts
But yo
I'ma let y'all know who handlin business out there
My homeboy crazy tee, he handlin that business
My little homeboy jonathan, he got that business
Hey yo, eiht, what's up on that?

[ eiht ]
Geah
I want y'all to know
My man dj slip means business
The unknown dj means business
My homeboy dj rockin tom
Kickin it right now in the place means business
My dj ant c mean business
My homeboy jolly joe mean business
Master rick kinda slick
Get off the tip
Youknowmsayin?
All y'all suckers out there tryin to fade
Hate the capital cmw
Y'all ain't got nothin comin

[ chill ] nothin at all

(you was jealous, it's all your fault) --> milk dee
(what's up, punk?)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(got beef? what a pity)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss c.m.w, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, i commence to paint a picture
Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? i think about it while i'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How i chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., c.m.w., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick

You can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and i heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think i tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like king cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that i can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, i know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, i'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what i mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, i do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, tha chill mc, claim to gory
So that's it, the eiht and chill is the shit
(chill) word, and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Yo, you can get my - duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Geah - get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Get the duck sick
Word up

You can get the duck sick

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, i know you're kiddin
Sayin e can't hang, you're bullshittin
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
Fresh off the compton streets, so start runnin
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin to compare with a hard mutphafucka
Punk, they call me eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the e's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Geah, you can get the e's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

School em

[ verse 4: tha chill ]
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass (you punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin
On eiht and chill (geah, ain't no sleepin)
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like aids
Hip-hop, c.m.w. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to chill, don't mean shit
Just a test i have to pass to show i'm on hit
And tha chill's on hit, legit
With the e i don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers i'm tamin
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because i'm gamin
So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

What you say, e?
Get the duck sick

Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man unknown want the duck sick, e
My man dj slip want the duck sick
Word em up, mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sick
My deejays ant c and mike t want the duck sick

You guys are sick

(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness the 8th...)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Okay, i may not be a historical feature
Or better yet meant to as a big public speaker
But when i chill in compton people scream, "there he goes!"
The one who throws, deliver big blows
Here to define my name like an era
My serial number is 8, i bring terror
Concert halls, crowds that are packed
Be sure to bring the tangueray gat
You got the privilege to sit next to me
And then you get jealous, start thinkin you can do me
Believe that, punk fool, you must be basin
I make more sequels than my man jason
And when it's over, you'll be screamin and dreamin
To be down with the winning team, but
Get off the rap tip and sing how you're caught up in a rapture
This is the final chapter

(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hard city)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon) --> king tee

(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness...)
(hit it)

[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
Begin part two, up next comes three
And the fourth verse is final from the eiht mc
No time for slip up, but slip laid the beats, so hit it
And if i need double the funk, unknown'll kick it
You came up short tryin to say you was a scholar
The way you school and clock big dollars
But now you're lookin like you're all dried up
Bailin through life with pennies in a cup
So tell me now, are you ready for the schoolin?
But you got to know, in the nine-o, who's rulin
Me, the king of swing, but not a swinger
Unlike a song but called a rap singer
And when i'm done, you be scared to react
Because your conscience is guilty, and your rap is wack
So get off the rap tip before i have to take a step atcha
This is the final chapter

(how y'all feel out there?) --> run
(hear the drummer get wicked) --> chuck d

(you are about to witness the 8th...)

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Part 3 is here, so let me kick a little more
Lyrics i bust, the eiht'll make another score
His luck is short, because it's 8 to 0
In a story, i'll be the villain, you play the hero
Slipped off fast with a fucked up anger
While my fingers round your neck as i commence to strangle
The hip-hop-matic application to the power
Is how i keep em pumpin hour after hour
The eiht's purpose is to explain the ongoing
Of how i school suckers and keep the rhythm flowing
All my homies be like starin and cheerin
And when i'm done, they be passin e the beer, and
I might be buzzed, but i'm ready to stick
Tryin to say the e's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked
So get off the rap tip with dreams tryin to make it on vinyl
Because this chapter is final

(1-2-3-4
Hit it)

(you are about to witness...)

[ verse 4: mc eiht ]
In effect mode, you took the wrong road, so what's up next?
Clown the silly suckers and they hittin the deck
You're sweatin, you must be hot, so what you got?
No rhymes will come out straight because your brain's in a knot
You must be crazy if you think you can hit me
The odds of you survivin ain't no 50/50
Not no 60/40, or no 70/30
Might be 80 to 20, if your knees get dirty
H-a-r-d is e and tha c
New jack is you ridin the t-i-p
Tryin to be down sayin, "yo, what's up?"
But you're duckin and suckin, just like a suction cup
C.m.w., kingpin, first rate hero
The eiht is the eiht, tha chill's a chill, you a zero
So get off the rap tip and go back to bein a drunk wino
Because the chapter is final

(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon)
(hear the drummer get wicked)

Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the dj unknown
What, unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, i wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
It was a friday, and eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so i peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and i started to puff
Aroma smells better than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the e was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should i jib?
Got the 20 sack of thai, and i'm here for the crib
I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
I hooked her up on my late night hype

Geah
Word
Hey man, i don't know what's up with baby, man
This broad is like real trippin
Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?
Man, i guess, man
Baby thinkin she gon' gank
Ain't no sleepin
Run it down

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
I was coolin to let you know tha chill cools out
Explanation, chill'll tell you what it's about
At the pad, on the way to e's to get got
And i'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
10:30 is the time i start bailin
"chill from c.m.w.", the girlies yellin
Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
Stepped back off the curb, came e around the corner
Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
Swoopin through compton like batman and robin
E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?
(let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
Skeezin? i play the game like a sport
Yo e, roll out, let me hit the newport
Boys from compton (geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype

Too fresh
Eiht and chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, i got a 100 to spend
What's up on some hen?
Yo, man, i'm with that
Let's roll down compton boulevard
I know there's stores, they open like, late night
Wanna step?

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
4 niggas rollin, i better watch out for the gank
Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
I said, "look, my name is eiht, and i'm your local town rapper"
He said ("so what? i'm your local town jacker")
Right then i knew i couldn't reason with the chap
So the thought came (e, peel his cap)
I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
* shots * (sucker) the punk was sprayed
Checked out myself, everything was cool
Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
And you'll get hip to my late night hype

Damn, suckers on my tip
Man, homeboy just didn't know
So we got to peel
Youknowmsayin, e?
Man, chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
Homeboy, you know we know what's up
And that's on that
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, let's kick it
I'm with it

[ verse 4: tha chill ]
On a night when things was goin kinda slow
Me and e takin to the head a cold 4-0
I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
Right then eiht passed me the smoke
Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
Suddenly i smelled perfume that was lit
Opened my eyes, and i had to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, e said (hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, i said, "shut the trap
You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and i slap"
She said, "no", i said, "geah, fool, take a hike
I got no time for your late night hype"

Hey man
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had this girl last night over my house trippin
Bangin on my door all night
Moms was goin off
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, i be trippin off these girls i hear
Tryin to say they down with the e, knowmsayin?
But they can like save the drama for they mama
Hey, they keep trippin with me, i'ma have to whip
You know me
Put the whip down on em suckers, huh?