Drugs & Killin’ lyrics

Geah, uh
In the muthaf*ckin house
Is you with me...
For the 9 to the 6
b*tch
Eihthype in the house
The thug n*ggas in the house
Compton in this b*tch, uh
Is you with me?
Is you with me?
Cause these n*ggas...

I was raised on the f*cked up side of town
Moms used to make me wear hand-me-downs
Pops wasn't around, n*gga pulled a skip to my loot
In the midst of the sh*t what the f*ck to do?
No Mercedes Benz (that's right)
Moms used to cluck a lotta f*ckin ends (that's right)
But a young n*gga needs the green in this day and age
Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge
But now fools tryin to trip
My little homie named Sis say you best not slip (watch out)
I hear some fools say you got too much sh*t
I look at them n*ggas and say you don't know who you f*cking with
Just watch your back for them skan'less pack of n*ggas
On me and my seven man crew, they wanna pull the trigger
But we on a quest for n*ggas that's dealin (that's right)
Son, it's either drugs or killin, c'mon
Is you with me? Is you with me?
Cause these n*ggas straight killin for life
Geah

Damn they done got my n*gga (sh*t)
But before he killed off he told me who pulled the trigger
(geah, right)
Lying in my arms dying, what is this?
And I'm thinkin' I gots to handle my business
Gots to get my hands on my gat
But my G's say: n*gga please we'll handle that! (we got that!)
As they procede to put the hit down
I hooks up with this big boss across town (ping)
He pullin' all kinds of schemes to get the green like robbin trains
But now me flips all them snips to gets to stacking caine
Sets up shot on your block to clock ends (that's right)
And I heard your big homey went straight to the pen
I heard One Time done found his straps
Snatch one of my little locos for the murder rap (check it out)
We gon' get you out cause ain't no stoppin
Something just got to be poppin from all this drugs and killin

Is you with me? Is you with me?
Cause these n*ggas straight killin for life...

Eihthype in the house
Compton in the house
Geah, n*gga
10 years passed and I got fat pockets
n*ggas be trippin I grabs the Glock and then I quickly lock it
Business is boomin and the birds still flying south
I guess it's time to get my muthaf*ckin homie out
Moms is tryin to tell me to quit
And my girl is gettin p*ssed cause she's tired of the sh*t
I got fools at my back door tryin to buck
But I'm that killin-ass n*gga who don't give a f*ck
Now my long time rival is tryin to break me down
Done kidnapped my man, goddamn
He said he want the keys
But that punk-ass n*gga can't get none of these (pop pop pop)
To get my homie back I bust his cap
And now my homie in the pen is back on the map (geah)
My crew's back on swoll and we chillin
We rolls around and we get top billin
Geah, back on top, don't know if I'mma stop
This muthaf*ckin' drugs and killin

Is you with me? Is you with me?
Cause these n*ggas straight killing for life...

Geah
Is you with me?
Geah
Uh, c'mon y'all geah