Lyrics:

Kniggety-knock, kniggety knock, knock, knock
Punk guess who's back, yeah its that Compton nigga
How'd you figure?
That I'd give your ass the first jump
Sorry fool, the Eiht dont sleep chump
Some want me to stop with the violence
Some say, take a code of silence
But you'll get the motherfucking middle finger
Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer
Now you still want me to flip flop
Straight black, no
From the depths of hell as I bail
Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well
Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt
Then peel your cap back sorry punk
Back in your shit so here we go
Motherfuckers hit the floor

Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off
They figure I'm a trigger happy nigga...

Shiggety-shits gonna hit the fan Jack
When I'm blunted off the mutherfuckin chronic sack
Yeah, so hit the floor when I cock the gatt
Bloods goin' spill when I rat-tat-tat
Bitches scream, niggas yell
Three days later left is a fucked up smell
Coming from the Compton psycho
Can you fuck with me? I dont think so
I got the mind of a lunitic
And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick
And take that shit to the bank
So on the way the Eiht can gank
And my style ain't friendly often
Eiht times outta ten, you end in a coffin
I dont think you can deal no more
C-M-W say hit the fucking floor

Punk ass nigga! Back in your shit for the nine-duece to get loose
Eiht hype in the mutherfucking house...Geah