[Intro: MC Eiht] Geah! Geah! Fresh out the hood, We made it This gangsta shit, We paid it G-g-g-g-geah, Cmon [Verse 1: MC Eiht] I'ma keep yellin compton for life Although the ghetto bring a motherfucker stress to strife At night, hear the gunshots, somebody dyin Murder on the front line, mama be cryin It's her firstborn, all the lines been torn How long will mama only son should mourn? To the streets is my motherfuckin lord to sworn Out the do' when I hear my fuckin o.g.'s horn To the homie 6 feet, a little liquor we pourin Down the ave statin where the girls be whorin One times is hot on the trail Destined to stack us in the county jail Police ain't a friend to me, pop at the enemy Fire out the hole life smoke at the chimney There's so many young souls lost The hood life you gon pay at a high cost [Chorus: MC Eiht] + [Tha Chill] [We made it] Fresh out the hood, We made it These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it [We made it] This gangsta shit, We made it These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it [We made it] Fresh out the hood, we made it These motherfuckin dues, Homeboy we paid it [We made it] Homeboy, We made it, This motherfuckin gangsta [Verse 2: Tha Chill] I remember when it all started, Runnin around actin retarded Jumpin out on anybody livin life cold hearted I'll hold him while you sock 'em up Go in his pockets cause you know we don't give a fuck Nigga what? This Compton, breaded and branded, sets landed But fools be softies and I can't understand it We went from small change to big change Flipped up the game and remain the same Blow weed, get dope, and chase all the hoes Fresh white tee, slammin 6 tre dough And stay ready to kick up dust Cause it's a rumor in the city they gon spit at us So they had to be ready for niggaz to rock steady Can't get caught without it, So don't sweat me But these fools is fake and gold plated Livin outdated while I'm laughin, Screamin out we made it [Chorus] [Verse 3: MC Eiht] I'm out the ragtop 6 tre, dub's in the sky Blunt gettin me high, it's do or die Reminiscing on how we used to laugh and joke Goin half on the o.e. lookin for smoke I was the getaway driver, you rolled shotgun Motherfuckers surrounded the car, you shot one In broad day light, whenever we took flight I'ma revenge the death boy with all my might Hand me a light so I can spark up the blunt Smoke until my finger tips then go on a hunt Best not stunt, I'ma stay low key Creep up when you comin out slowly Wit the rag round my face, you don't know me I'm a neighborhood menace to my enemy Geah, it's just the way we are If you wit your homies, still shoot up the car [Chorus]