Geah
  In the muthafuckin house
  For the 9 to the 6
  Geah
  To them bitch-ass niggas
  We know your residential spot
  
  The red dot's on your dome, geah fool, I'm ready to pull this
  Trigger, nigga, straight bangin to the fullest
  Original baby gangster on the block
  159 reasons to bust you with the dirty glock
  It looks like rain, so I'm wettin
  Your hood, of course, no remorse, better start jettin
  No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down
  Nigga please, no R.I.P.'s for these Westside gees
  I fires up the stick, grabs the nine and the clip
  Which I stash by my fuckin dick
  Definitely set-trippin, reminiscin
  Bout my homies who died from the Park
  From Casual to Short
  Line up the homie as a teardrop falls
  No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls
  Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven
  My mentality's like the dead has risen
  Hit your block with the glock cocked, I'm ready to pull it
  Not givin a damn, fool, catch the fuckin bullet
  Your mama, your daddy, your old annie-granny
  Oh no, I'm loco, out the roof of the Caddy
  Aw shit, fire spits out the hole of the Mac
  I will send you on a trip where you won't be comin back
  I pops a bitch-made nigga, and I'm cheesin
  '96 is the killin season
  
  Murder murder murder
  Kill kill kill (3x)
  
  Murder murder murder murder...
  Geah, come on
  
  I'ma flee the muthafuckin scene with nobody alive
  The mentality's got me stuck in '85
  Park boy straight bangin (right)
  Peelin caps back to collect my stripes
  From the 3rd to the Cly', then back to Taper
  Niggas rollin through, they get nothin but the vapors
  Bitch please, 159 gees
  Fill your bucket, fuck it, full of holes like Swiss cheese
  And ain't no stoppin this b.g. from the C-P-T
  Dippin around, fool, that's where I be
  Niggas disrespect, makes me chuckle
  Represent the hood on my fuckin belt buckle
  Chalkin up points, smokin on joints, I roll through
  With the mentality of fuckin you
  Niggas on niggas, we need to quit
  Say it ain't no peace, just this piece on yo ass like flies on shit
  So fool, don't test
  I be playin connect the dot on your muthafuckin chest
  For no apparent reason
  '96 is the killin season
  
  Murder murder murder
  Kill kill kill (3x)
  
  Little Hawk
  Boom Bam
  Da Foe
  And Chill
  
  Murder murder murder
  It don't stop
  Murder murder murder
  Till your ass gon' drop
  Murder murder murder
  Geah
  Come on
  
  Time flies when doin drive-by's
  Cause it only takes a sec
  For Boom Bam to empty the Tec
  Not givin a fuck if the clip is empty
  If y'all buckin, I'm buckin, I'm takin 2 with me
  I hear sirens, tires screechin, bitches screamin
  Niggas duckin, that muthafuckin nigga buckin
  You can't compete, your whole street catch the blues
  You gon' pay some muthafuckin dues
  And ain't no stoppin till the clip is through
  If I'm gon' die, your mark-ass gon' definitely die too
  Caught the slug in the back of the shoulder
  Swear, like a chair, muthafucka, I'ma fold ya
  Niggas On The Run got my back, and that's cool
  Like King Tee that gives me permission to act a fool
  (Just clownin) No need tryin to run for protection
  Catch that ass dippin when we slippin through the inner section
  Niggas be transformin like trees, and
  Another dead, it's the killin season
  
  Murder murder murder
  It don't stop
  Murder murder murder
  Till your ass gon' drop
  Murder murder murder
  It don't quit
  Murder murder murder
  Fuck the shit
  Murder murder murder
  It don't stop
  Murder murder murder
  Till your ass gon' drop
  Murder murder murder
  But that ain't all
  Murder murder murder
  Cause your ass gon' fall
  
  Geah
  Compton is this bitch
  Geah
  You know where the fuck we from
  Ugh
  Nigga
  Original CMW in the muthafuckin house
  You know how we do it
  Back for that ass for the 9 to the 6
  MC Eiht
  DJ Slip
  Tha Chill
  Lil' Hawk & Bird
  Da Foe
  Bam
  My nigga Tom
  My nigga ????? is in the house
  My nigga Mike T in the muthafuckin house
  Everybody in this muthafucka
  Geah
  Y'all know how we do it
  For the 9 to the 6, nigga
  And you better watch the fuck out
  Cause we know your muthafuckin residential spots
  Geah
  Ugh
  
  Murder murder murder
  It don't stop
  Murder murder murder
  Cause your ass gon' drop
  Murder murder murder
  Murder murder murder
  It don't quit
  Murder murder murder
  Fuck the shit