It's Alright - MC Eiht

Anyway, forget it nigga

It’s Alright

If you’re standing on the corner hustle all night

Everybody trying to get it till we all tight

Anyway, forget it girl

It’s Alright

If you’re standing on the corner hustle all night

Everybody trying to get it till we all tight

All I try to do is stack dough

Anywhere that I can get it man, y’all don’t know

I’ve been in this since the beginning man, check my flow

And my words gonna bring drama, boy, it’s gonna show

I’m serious

Just like Steady B

Hoping I don’t get caught for robbery

It’s a motherfucking jungle out here all day

Shots rang out in the place I stay

And that’s my word

Trying to stack, cop a bird

Being the motherfucking nigga is the word I heard

I’m on the curve

Feet up, blowing the herb

Do Not Disturb

We moved out, weighted the birds

(Hey)

You don’t see no welcome mat

Niggas like bitches might turn to wraps

Play Crip niggas might change the stacks

Never mind the mic status, I’m still strapped with gats

Anybody get it, boy that means you

Nightmare of Compton is all true

Another nigga dead so what you gonna do?

A small fraction of what we go through

There’s murder in the town, trying to put in work

Then watch out, cause jealous fools might go berserk

He see, she see, they scheme a plot

Of being a beer memory, what?

Eiht gets shot

Not!

Imma shoot for the dough

And keep squeezing the trigger till my finger’s sore

You’ll be another victim who fucked with colors he wore

You’ll be the first dead nigga on my reality show

Gangsta with no calls

And I could run through the clips with no faults

And sometimes that means life behind bars

Finally dumb lady young hero’s stars

You get it?

Street Life got me oh so hooked

Get what I split or get your shit took

Don’t look, Imma say fuck the math

And let me finish my task, no questions asked

Niggas still struggling, niggas get mine

At any given time, so I keeps the nine

One time, with the flashlight, trying to shine

Loaded, motherfucker’s way out of line

I’m a borderline psycho, I ain’t like no

Other motherfucker with an AK Rifle

The bitches say «You so trifling Eiht!

But I still want you to fuck me, and I can’t wait.»

Late Night, the domestic fight

The neighbors call the cops and I take flight

You nosy motherfuckers know that ain’t right

Hope I cross your path, get it down on sight