(Intro: MC Eiht)

G'yeah, in the house, MC Eiht and DJ Slip

Half-Ounce in the house, g'yeah

Down with the DFC for the '93 you know what I'm sayin'

And we gonna do a little somethin' like this

My man T-Double-E gonna flow in here

G'yeah, hit 'em

(Verse 1: T Dub)

I'm gettin' up early in the mornin'

And grabbin' up my [?] hood

And ridin' through my ganged-out neighborhood

I guess the store is loc'ed out

I went inside, grabbed me an Eight Ball, came out

I set up on this corner for 'bout an hour

These fiends put up and said they just wanted powder

I told 'em I didn't have it

But still he causin' static

But only thing that I was thinkin' about was my 9 automatic

So he just stepped on

Me and my nigga Swift and Big L got a [?]

I live my life so close to the edge

Believe it or not they got mo' love for me here

(Verse 2: Al Breed)

Since I got the chance to grab the mic and bust

And don't know who to trust

Well maybe I might kick the dust but, um

Believe I'm comin' real again

I always grab my steel and feel tight in what I do

Because of the love from my crew

And it's true I never had a love for ya

And I never trust a bitch because they connivin' motherfuckers

So I buck, buck, buck until I get 'em

And I'm known on the block for a 1-8-7 killin'

But I'm chillin' and that's enough with the trippin'

I'm just dippin' in my 6-4 on the down low and I'm pimpin'

Hittin' them switches for the bitches

I came up hard but now it's rag to the riches

With mo' love

(Transition: ?)

Hey, chillin' in the shade

Drinkin' a fat glass of lemonade

Hey, ya better act like ya knew

Because uh, T-Double-E

Why don't you tell 'em where we're 'bout to take 'em to

(Verse 3: T Dub & Al Breed)

To the hot spot where niggas be coolin'

And bitches be drivin' around with they droptop

Flexin' all the cars that they got

Where niggas locin', strokin'

Tokin' on some indo, yeah they smokin'

And girls are runnin' around in daisy dukes, straight provokin'

But I ain'ts to get caught up in that scene

It's vernacular precision that's makin' a nigga's green

And it's hot, so gimme my knot and let me hit the block

And shoot the gip down the strip

With my homie Breed, and Swift

And so I cruise around the hood, pick up my homies

Drop 'em off into the house, pick up the phone

Think of a hoochie I can bone

I choke off the smoke

Don't mean I'm a sellout

I smoke so much bud I make your eyelids wanna pop out

Gimme love