Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot
MC Eiht´s in the motherfuckin house.. gyeah
And it ain´t nothin but a compton thang y´all
And we ain´t nuttin but niggas on the run
And this goes out to my niggas.. gyeah

A fucked 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 foot steps of the homies from the hood
And where´s the role model?
Niggas putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle!
Damn, and through all the motherfuckin 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 motherfuckin 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 fuckin {Japs}
See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack
Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back
Now he´s got the strap to my homie´s head
See him play that shit cool, and don´t be a fool!
He shot my nigga in the fuckin 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 motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red
Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain´t finished
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah

Uhh, whassup y´all
Streiht up menace.. damn!
Really..
Streiht up menace.. damn!

I´m in too deep
I done killed a motherfucker and I just can´t sleep
One-Time´s tryin to do a smooth, creep
And on top of that
Niggas after me for fuckin one of they hood rats
I ain´t got time for the fuckin bitch´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 niggas on the run
And it ain´t nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn!
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 niggas, gyeah