Geah

In the muthafuckin house

For the 9 to the 6

Geah

To them bitch-ass niggas

We know your residential spot



The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this

Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest

Original baby gangster on the block

159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock

It looks like rain, so I'm wettin

Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin

No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down

Nigga please, no R.I.P.'s for these Westside gees

I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip

Which I stash by my fuckin dick

Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin

Bout my homies who died from the Park

From Casual to Short

Line up the homie as a teardrop falls

No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls

Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven

My mentality's like the dead has risen

Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it

Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet

Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny

Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Caddy

Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the Mac

I will send you on a trip where you won't be comin back

I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin

'96 is the killin season



Murder murder murder

Kill kill kill (3x)



Murder murder murder murder...

Geah, come on



I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive

The mentality's got me stuck in '85

Park boy straight bangin (right)

Peelin caps back to collect my stripes

From the 3rd to the Cly', then back to Taper

Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors

Bitch please, 159 gees

Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss chee