作词 : Derrick Johnson

Wake yo’punk-a** up for the ‘93 shot

MC Eiht’s in the mother****in’ house, gyeah

And it ain’t nothin’but a Compton thing, y’all

And we ain’t nothin’ but nigga z On Tha Run

And this goes out to my nigga s

Gyeah~

A f***ed up childhood is why the way I am

It’s got me in the state where I don’;t give a damn

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 nigga

Now my pops is gone and that ain’t no good

Got to follow in the footsteps of the homies from the hood

And where’s the role model?

Niggas puttin’ brew in my f***in’ baby bottle

Damn! And through all the mother****in’ pain

They done drove my moms insane

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

Getting’ paid off the clucks and the county checks

I’m Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder

That the motherf***in’ 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 f***in’ (Japs)

See a bitch in the right lane, so I comes with the mack

Astro Van pulls a motherf***in’ jack from the back

Now he’s got the strap to my homie’s head

Sayin’;: "Play that shit cool, and don’t be a fool!"

He shot my nigga in the f***in’ 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 mother****ers

And my eyes is bloodshot red

Gyeah, mother****ers, I ain’t finished

Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, whassup, y’all?

Streiht up menace

Damn!

Really, really

Streiht up menace

Damn!

I’m in too deep

I done killed a mother****er and I just can’t sleep

One-Time’s tryin’ to do a smooth creep

And on top of that

niggas after me for f***in’ one of their hood rats

I ain’t got time for the f***in’ b****’s story

niggas want me gotta come to my territory

And ain’t no ‘you can get the fist’

niggas 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

Damn!

And on and on

I guess we outta here

Peace to my nigga s on the run

And it ain’t nothin’ but streiht up menaces, damn!

Just like I said before, y’all

It ain’t nothin’ but a Compton thing

And MC Eiht’s in the house for the ‘93 shot

And this one’s for the nigga s, gyeah