Mc Eiht - Return Fire Lyrics
GeahBrrrr stick em hahaha stick em...Half ounce one time stick emGeahYou know how the ***** we do it, cmonYall remember that old school shit, geahGet emCmonYour block is mine ***** back upWe run the whole *****ing world chips stack up (chin chin)Weve beenGettin in where we fit in since the old daysL.t.d.s rode bopping the ojaysGun place, crime place, one time swoopStrawberries in the back - at the 70s coupeGiving head like a chicken pluckedFour niggas one *****, everybody *****ingFrom selling myCrack on the corner, packing, bailing my strapsGot aMillion reasons so it bes the killin season, moves the crowdAs the bullets hit with no namesConnects the dots echos through the ghetto hotFlies like an eagleBecomes the strap by the mother*****in regalTinted windowsTyres spin fast up out yo setNext week right back to see who we can getYou want yo chin checked (ping)Fools just gimme a carWe got yo ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wallThe way Im livin dont give no hail lowOne times I stay lowWant pay no compton, no play noHit the round when we start blastinOut the back doorBefore they send the ? ? ? ? in (get up)We niggas fo hireBustin (boom)We bust back (boom), return the fire, get emBrrrrrrr stick em hahaha stickem...Half ounce one time stick emGeahBails around twelve oclockRoam my block with the glockKeeps the world nicely stashFrom neighbourhood watchWalks the rocksDope fiends makes my payLate nite hype to fiends so they walk this way24 is the deliveryAnd if you want that bomb shit come and spend with meKillas been with meTwo top tree (geah)Cars deep from the streets a diplomaEndo aromaIn a coma trauma center, slugs hit your bodyMentalitys too sick when we leave the partyMakes to clean ghetto way got yo spot on quireShootin a sheriff, we wired so you best not try itIn my life time I find a *****in needTo be paper down red bones chronic weedWith speedA nigga commits to - cluck his dopeOne times trying to stop the paper chase fo shoOh no aint no escaping of the ghetto birdAs they fly in fast the 5-0 swerveNiggas need to listen: pay attentionFor the money on a missionNiggas fo hire turn the fire, geah(chorus)Feds gettin closerIm peepinMy girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up)While Im sleepingThey creepinNo worry, grabs the stash and ? ? ? ? ?No assistance pick up excepts the cashBaby keep yo head down lowTear gas through the window, hits the floorGrabs the mask - to the face, you know the s-k clanYou grabs to with two mill, the glock in my handTear gas make a nigga weakerFeds talkin much shit on the loud speakerTo the lexus jeepI heard this: she put to keep upTold my baby duck down cause Im about to sweep upWhole lotta niggas in my damn wayGuarantee to keep spittinThis is payback dayMakes my payFast getaway (geah)Niggas fo hireBust back we return the fire (get em)Half ounce one timeStick emEihthype one timeGeahStick em
