Straight Up Menace

Mc Eiht - Straight Up Menace

 Wake your punk [bad word] up for the 93 shot
 MC Eiht's in the [bad word] house.. gyeah
 And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all
 And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run
 And this goes out to my niggaz.. gyeah

 [bad word] up childhood, is why the way I am
 It's got me in the state where I don't give a [bad word]  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 [bad word]  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?
 Niggaz putting brew in my [bad word] baby bottle!
 [bad word]  and through all the [bad word] pain
 They done drove my moms in-sane
 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 
 See a [bad word] in the right lane so I comes with the mack
 Astro Bam pulls a [bad word] jack from the back
 Now he's got the strap to my homie's head
 See him play that [bad word] cool, and don't be a fool!
 He shot my [bad word] in the [bad word] 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 [bad word] and my eyes is bloodshot red
 Gyeah [bad word]  I ain't finished
 Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

 Uhh, whassup y'all
 Streiht up menace .. [bad word] 
 Really..
 Streiht up menace .. [bad word] 

 I'm in too deep
 I done killed a [bad word] and I just can't sleep
 One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep
 And on top of that
 Niggaz after me for [bad word] one of they hood rats
 I ain't got time for the [bad word] [bad word] s story
 Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory
 And ain't no 'You Can Get the Fist'
 Niggaz 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 .. [bad word] 

 And on and on
 I guess we outta here
 Peace to my niggaz on the run
 And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, [bad word] 
 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 niggaz, gyeah