Lyrics:

I bust, the Eiht'll make another score
His luck is short, because it's 8 to 0
In a story, I'll be the villain, you play the hero
Slipped off fast with a fucked up anger
While my fingers round your neck as I commence to strangle
The hip-hop-matic application to the power
Is how I keep em pumpin hour after hour
The Eiht's purpose is to explain the ongoing
Of how I school suckers and keep the rhythm flowing
All my homies be like starin and cheerin
And when I'm done, they be passin E the beer, and
I might be buzzed, but I'm ready to stick
Tryin to say the E's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked
So get off the rap tip with dreams tryin to make it on vinyl
Because this chapter is final
(1-2-3-4
Hit it)
(You are about to witness...)

In effect mode, you took the wrong road, so what's up next?
Clown the silly suckers and they hittin the deck
You're sweatin, you must be hot, so what you got?
No rhymes will come out straight because your brain's in a knot
You must be crazy if you think you can hit me
The odds of you survivin ain't no 50/50
Not no 60/40, or no 70/30
Might be 80 to 20, if your knees get dirty
H-a-r-d is E and Tha C
New jack is you ridin the t-i-p
Tryin to be down sayin, 'Yo, what's up?'
But you're duckin and suckin, just like a suction cup
C.M.W., kingpin, first rate hero
The Eiht is the Eiht, Tha Chill's a chill, you a zero
So get off the rap tip and go back to bein a drunk wino
Because the chapter is final

(Hit it)
(Compton's in effect)
(Hear the drummer get wicked)
(Compton's in effect)
(Hear the drummer get wicked)
(Compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon)
(Hear the drummer get wicked)