[Intro: Compton Menace]
Compton, what up, n***a?
What up, what it don'?
We ain't quittin', bro
Aw yeah, let me hit you right back I'm in the booth, right back
Okay, for sure
Yeah, M-E-N-A-C-E
Look

[Verse 1: Compton Menace]
Yeah, she said started out with hustlin', nothin' I can't do on my own
At least that's what I thought until I did it on my own (Yeah)
And never hate on the haters, just look at the motivation
And know that the biggest winners the ones with the most patience (Uh)
I ride high, keep my head up
One thing n***as scared of is gettin' beat up
At a young age, I learned how to man up
My dad done said, “You know I had to keep my bands up”
That sucks, sucks for real, but yeah, that's how I do it
N***as hate to love the Menace 'cause I'm the truest
All I ever really known is how to get it (Ha)
And stack this paper up and knock hoes off the sex-list
I'm with the masses and these songs for the real n***as
Couple hunnid off of rap, think I'm still dealin'
And everybody tryna get a millionBut it's hard when you're one out a million that's tryna get it
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
They wanna know what I'm doing, doing, yeah
And why I'm so addicted to the street life
And my mama sayin', n***a, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
'Cause all my n***as down to ride
I'm tryna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
That's been down from day one (Put on, put on)
I'ma try to put on all my n***as (Put on, put on)
(What you sayin'? Huh)
So they can live how they want (Put on, put on)
Put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I wanna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
(Yeah, I see you)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night (Put on, put on)
I'ma buy a hundred bottles, we gon' ball out (Put on, put on)
All my ladies fill it up, yeah, we in this bitch (Put on, put on)
I put my n***as on, we gon' win this bitch (Put on, put on)

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I can't stand hate how some n***as hate
When you great ‘cause I'm on that boss shit
Nose in the air, that's why you steppin' on that dog shit
And while you do that, I be smokin' on that Marley
Shit, this the function, bitch, you better party
All my n***as in the buildin' with me right now
Hella ladies in this section (Yeah)
I'm 'bout to put my n***as on (Ha!)
Everybody in the same club
I could do this every night and never change up
But if he reach (Yeah), I'ma reach, I'ma spray up
I'ma paint up, I ain't gon' never have my chain tucked
Watch a fuck n***a always tryna blame us
Talkin' that shit just to get his name up
A n***a on the news, guess I'm, guess I'm famous
Yeah, n***a, we made it
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
They wanna know what I'm doing, doing, yeah
And why I'm so addicted to the street life
And my mama sayin', n***a, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
'Cause all my n***as down to ride
I'm tryna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
That's been down from day one (Put on, put on)
I'ma try to put on all my n***as (Put on, put on)
(What you sayin'? Huh)
So they can live how they want (Put on, put on)
Put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I wanna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
(Yeah, I see you)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown, Compton Menace]
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night (Put on, put on)
I'ma buy a hundred bottles, we gon' ball out (Put on, put on)
All my ladies fill it up, yeah, we in this bitch (Put on, put on)
I put my n***as on, we gon' win this bitch (Put on, put on, yeah, look)

[Verse 3: Compton Menace]
Now look, I got n***as in the ground I still talk to
Thinkin' ‘bout the day they left, I gotta squawk too
Real shit when your body on that ground
You need some help and ain't nobody else around
Two blessings in my life, my son and my daughter
I'm analyzin' everythin' that I ever taught ‘em
A lot of shit done changed since I was brought up
Thinkin' about them fucked up days when I was caught up
Look, and everybody on that same old shit
Keepin' up with the Joneses, that's the same old flick
Talkin' about the classic, got it, but never had it
Pullin' up in that Jag', n***a, can't even gas it
I stack it up and I gotta keep it
And every day I'm on the hustle, yeah, I'm never sleepin'
And everybody tryna get a million
But it's hard when you're one out a million that's tryna get it
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
They wanna know what I'm doing, doing, yeah
And why I'm so addicted to the street life
And my mama sayin', n***a, I ain't livin' right (Yeah)
'Cause all my n***as down to ride
I'm tryna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
That's been down from day one (Put on, put on)
I'ma try to put on all my n***as (Put on, put on)
(What you sayin'? Huh)
So they can live how they want (Put on, put on)
Put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I wanna put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
(Yeah, I see you)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night (Put on, put on)
I'ma buy a hundred bottles, we gon' ball out (Put on, put on)
All my ladies fill it up, yeah, we in this bitch (Put on, put on)
I put my n***as on, we gon' win this bitch (Put on, put on)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
They wanna know what I'm doing, doing, yeah (Put on, put on)
(Put on, put on, put on, put on) On
‘Cause all my n***as down to ride (Put on, put on)
I'm tryna put on my n***as (Put on, put on, put on, put on)
I'ma try to put on (Put on, put on)
So they can live how they want (Put on, put on)
Put on, my n***as (Put on, put on, put on, put on)
I'ma put on my n***as (Put on, put on)
I'ma put on my n***as

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night
I'ma buy a hundred bottles, we gon' ball out
All my ladies fill it up, yeah, we in this bitch
I put my n***as on, we gon' win this bitch

[Outro: Compton Menace]
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