Compton's Lynchin (Album Version)
 作词 : A. Manuel/T. Allen/J. Watson/A. Tyler
 作曲 : A. Manuel/T. Allen/J. Watson/A. Tyler
 Compton's lynchin', mother****ers with a left hook
 So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook
 As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark
 I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks
 So get a puff of the bomb ass Compton shit
 And watch the A double M pop in a second clip
 And when I'm all finished unloading
 I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start exploding
 So punk get your shit in gear
 Say your prayers, your scared, as Mike brings up the rear
 Now your caught in a trap and you can't escape
 Made a bad mistake cause you dissed the Eiht
 You broke the penalty, punk start paying
 And your short, shorter then short, know what I'm saying?
 So step back sorry clown, you ain't hittin'
 You gets no juice, cause Compton's lynchin'
 Compton
 No, please don't!
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 No, please don't!
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Fools gang way, no time to play pussy
 Eiht is back to attack so don't push me
 Don't try to play with my rhyme you can't stand this
 I'm from Compton so I don't give a **** if you ban this
 I got you trapped in a mother****in' straight coat
 I guess you just can't talk with a clenched throat
 So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes
 Playing me close will mean your crossing Eiht's line
 And that's not good for your health
 Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with
 The mother****in' power after hour
 No air to breath, cause all the suckers we devour
 So hang up your dreams of making snaps
 You won't make a penny with your ****ed up raps
 So step back or its your title I'm clinchin'
 Punk ass fool, cause Compton's lynchin'
 Compton
 No, please don't!
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 Now wait a minute. Hey man
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 Stop stop stop!
 Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
 Compton
 Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
 I guess I'll start dropping these fools
 Cause they lyrics be like offending me
 So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy
 So make tracks or it's your ****ing hood I'll blow down
 One-on-one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown
 And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple
 Pull the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple
 No explanations on why I did it
 When they ask, I tell 'em cause the punk bullshitted
 So now I leave his homies in grief
 I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef
 And the Eiht ain't bullshitting G
 I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me
 So raise the **** up because the Eiht ain't trippin'
 Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin'
 And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension
 Word em up G, cause Compton's lynchin'
 Compton
 No, please don't!
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 Stop stop stop stop!
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 You give up? I see your sweating like crazy
 Eiht'll stay cool, cause fool you tried to phase me
 Your rhymes are washed up your beats are ****ed
 Your just a victim punk you'll get stuck
 By a brother with a evil vengeance
 And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this
 And if your caught in the crossfire it's like that
 I mean the shooting of lyrics or the damn gat
 And geah, Eiht is back
 Teaming up with the Mike on the sneak attack
 So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix
 As my DJ Mike T **** with the turntable tricks
 So take flicks, cause your all on his dick
 And it's making me sick as he start to do a trick
 So raise the **** up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin'
 Word em up G, Compton's lynchin'
 Compton
 Oh oh oh
 Get your ass up
 What's up, nigga? (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)
 Compton
 Shit
 Punk ass nigga
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 Surprise nigga
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton
 Compton's in the house
 Mother****er
 Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
 Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
 Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
 Compton (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)