[Intro: MC Eiht | Scarface]
Geah
What up, n***as? (Ha-ha-ha, what's up, n***a?)
The Compton psycho is back
Stompin' this shit for the nine-deuce (Yeah)
And check this out
My n***a Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house
Been walking down the block, with a pocket full of rocks, ha-ha-ha
What up, Eiht?
And we 'bout to drop some gangsta shit (Word up)
(Rap on)

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I guess it's true what they say
When you're too far gone ain't no turning back
And coming from the Compton mack, that's a fuckin' fact
Livin' in the city where bitches won't
Give up the pussy for free, so a n***a don't
So here's my story, another story about a n***a
Who lives his life by the fuckin' trigger
Gotta get my serve on, n***a, you don't hear me though
Throw up the hood, might blast on 5-0
First I hit the Ides and get pumped up
Now I'm rollin' in the car kinda slumped up
I pop the glove box, then I reach the block
Then I plug your ass in the chest with the Glock
And that's how the shits get done
I guess I'm a motherfuckin' n***a on the run
But I won't let them take me alive, so I don't sleep
'Cause, geah, I'm in too deep
[Interlude: Scarface]
Yeah, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, in too deep
Ain't no turnin' back
Cock up your motherfuckin' gauge
(Rap on)

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Mister Mister Scarface for the nine-deuce
N***as pack a .9, fuck you, bitch, I pack a .9, too
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts
You point your shit, I point my shit, come n***a, now let's check nuts
Born a hustler, raised a hustler, never gonna stop, trick
Buck a hustler, motherfucker, boy, you better die, bitch
Found myself a buster, had the boy front me an O.Z
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole ki'
Now he's got some n***as trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back, better call Eiht
Call my n***a up, kicked the fundamentals
Two-way ticket, 3 o'clock, continental
Eiht rolled in with the motherfuckin' task force
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
N***as don't ever fuck with me
'Cause I'm a n***a who plays the game for keeps
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, 'cause I'm in too deep

[Interlude: MC Eiht]
Geah
The criminals is in the motherfuckin' house
(Rap on)
[Verse 3: MC Eiht]
Now they got us on the run, but we tired of runnin'
Got the Glocks all cocked, let the fools keep coming
Scarface got the motherfuckin' pump under the seat
So n***as better duck or your ass is fucked, geah
The mad man with nuttin' to lose
So you better bring your strap or catch the blues
And um, or get served like a damn clucker, sucker
Or in the end be a short motherfucker
Now them one-times is all on my back and
Heard that Eiht and Scarface peeled the cap and
They wanna gaffle us up, but it's a shame
Can't fade the best from Compton and the Midwest
So watch your back when the n***as step
'Cause the scene that what's left is your whole family's death
And fool don't sleep
'Cause sorry motherfucker, we in too deep

[Outro: MC Eiht]
Geah, in your shit for the nine-deuce
MC Eiht in the motherfuckin' house, with my n***a Scarface and shit
DJ Slip in the motherfuckin' house
And we killin' the shit off, geah, ha-ha-ha-ha
Geah