Wanted - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted

Just like a prisoner, because I’m brown with some black skin

A fugitive, running cause I just won’t give in

And its hard when it’s black on black

Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack

For me to be a busta, oh no

Police is hunting a brother like an animal

So I play my cards right, watch my back

Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack

Straight up, a gangsta, ain’t got time for faking

Label me a pusher, dead presidents I’m making

A brother who’s young, got the neighbourhood sprung

Police riding my tip, if they catch me I’m hung

But no, I don’t sleep as they creep.

Take a peep out the scene

Cause they trying to stop the flow of my green

So I keep stepping, and bailing hard because a brother is up on it

Catch me if you can cause fool, Eiht is wanted

I lace up my kicks, because a brother’s on the run

Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton

Now I’m sweating cause you’re sweating me big time

Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme

No shorts given, thats how I’m living in the 91

Slide my car in, and smoking with my Mike gun

Pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up

If it gets too deep Mike’s got the back up

Packin' tools, droppin' fools, I’m from Compton

So that should be your first rule

Here comes the pick of the weak, so dont sneek

If you do, Eiht’ll take 2 to your cheek

So don’t get uptight if you a victim

Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em

Geah, I can’t be stopped, cause I’m up on it

And a brother like Eiht’s still wanted

So now I break faster, not because I want to, cause I got ta

Now your homies after me because I grabbed my mike and shot a-

Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head

Cannot bite, no.

The Compton cyco

Quick on the gank, so you might get shanked

And I dont need a gatt just to jack your bank

Another stick-up kid just got crazy

Try to double cross the Eiht you’ll be pushing up daisies

Or you can get the backwash

From the 40 thats poured on the ground, so I clown

So your mad, but your bad and you press your luck

But you still wanna nag, yeah you’ll get stuck

So who’s got the Compton funk?

And it’s illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk

So now you know that Eiht’s your top rap dealer

But you a punk ass New Jack squeeler

Thats why I’m wanted

Tha odds against me.

So now its time to break

Seconds tick off the clock so I don’t fake

I gots to keep on steppin, dont run outta breath

Cause if I slow down punk it might spell death

I confuse the mark, throw him off the trail

This ain’t no picnic punk you picked hell

Better known as Rambro, not afraid

Mike T starts the gatt, Eihts a hand grenade

And who’s got the 411?

Just can’t do me punk your getting done

Eiht is the nigga eating them up

Yeah thats my cue so I start kicking but

And you don’t want to witness the Compton rage

Trapped just like a rat in a snake cage

Boy you diss the crew, geah you flaunt it

Now I hunt you down because your wanted