Wake your punk [bad word] up for the 93 shot 
MC Eiht's in the [bad word] house. . gyeah 
And it ain't nothin but [bad word] thang y'all 
And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on [bad word] 
And this goes out to my niggaz. . gyeah 

[bad word] up childhood, is why the way I am 
It's got me in the state where I don't give a [bad word]  hmm 
Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though 
I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto 
Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young 
Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms [bad word] 
Scheamin off the top, pops never figured 
That he'd go down by the hands of another [bad word] 
Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good 
Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood 
And where's the role model? 
Niggaz putting brew in my [bad word] baby bottle!  [bad word]  and through all the [bad word] pain 
They done drove my moms in-sane 
So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished 
I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah 
 [bad word] on y'all 
Streiht up menace 

Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects 
Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks 
I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder 
That the [bad word] hood would take me under 
Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps 
Off to the corner store, owned by the [bad word]  [bad word]  
See a [bad word] in the right lane so [bad word] with the mack 
Astro Bam pulls a [bad word] jack from the back
Now he's got the strap to my homie's head 
See him play that [bad word] cool, and don't be a fool! 
He shot my [bad word] in the [bad word] head 
I caught one in the shoulder, if I [bad word] I was dead 
Now I'm layin in the hospital bed 
Thinkin about them punk [bad word] and my eyes is bloodshot red 
Gyeah [bad word]  I ain't finished 
Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah 

Uhh, whassup y'all 
Streiht up menace . . [bad word]  
Really. . 
Streiht up menace . . [bad word]  

I'm in too deep 
I done killed a [bad word] and I just can't sleep 
One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep 
And on top of that 
Niggaz after me for [bad word] one of they hood rats 
I ain't got time for the [bad word] [bad word] s story 
Niggaz want me [bad word] to my territory 
And ain't no 'You Can Get the Fist'  [bad word]  and they get done on they own risk 
What is it all about? 
Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out 
Oh what should I do? The homies say 
'The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew' 
So in the process to show the hood my best 
No time to react, caught two in the chest 
Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished 
I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah 
 [bad word] on y'all 
Streiht up menace . . [bad word]  

And on and on 
I guess we outta here 
Peace to my niggaz on [bad word] 
And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, [bad word]  
Just like I said before y'all 
It ain't nuttin but [bad word] thang 
And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot 
And this one's for the niggaz, gyeah