Recreio Dos Traficantes

[Refro]. Recreio dos traficante os problemas so constantes. ironia, burguesia, isso tudo to exitante. a lei no importante, a policia ignorante. dando o bote errado quando ningum tem flagrante.

15 Segundos (tradution)

15 seconds. . Relaxa, e grude o ouvido na caixa. Escuta a faixa, uma mina e a bomba do Haxa. Pensamentos alm, passa o bong do glen. Ataque Lrico na cara, kamicase rasta zen.

Tim Westwood Freestyle

Who's Xxxxxxx Who

[nows our chance to get em..yeah.... Fuck Tim Dog, cause the boy aint shit.... Fuck Tim Dog, Fuck you Bitch!. Fuck Tim Dog, in the biker shorts.... Cause the boy aint shit...I'm a fuck you up....

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.

U's A Bitch

One more man eater. But perpetrate like your sweeter. But I'm hip to the game, I know your nothing but a cheater. Always trying to game on my wallet. Fuck you or love you, how should I call it?.

This Is Compton

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Fresh off the streets from the underground. Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down. Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk. To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk.

This Is A Gang

Niggas duck as I make another hit, the psycho just dont quit. And I'm living in the land of the fucked up shit. I guess everybody's hungry for the mutherfucking snaps.

They Still Gafflin

Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherfuckin' house. Last year we came with the one times gaffled 'em up. You know what I'm sayin'. Now the whole mutherfuckin' world know.

Straight Check'n Em

I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide. Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. Ain't no jack move fool so please don't.

Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1

Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?. (With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D. Turn that shit down, man. Don't you know I'm tryin to get some sleep here?.

Raised In Compton

Compton is the place that I touched down. I opened my eyes to realize I was dark brown. And right there in the ghetto that color costs. Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we're lost.

One Time Gaffled 'em Up

(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown). Tired of the mother fucking jackin. Boys that be jackin. Tired of the motherfucking jackin. Police, wanna front; wanna jack.

Niggaz Strugglin

Geah. Wutup? The Compton phsyco is back. Here goes something for the niggas. . Listen up mutherfuckers cause its hard times. MC Eiht comin back with the hard rhymes. Geah.

N 2 Deep

Geah, wutup niggas. The Compton cyco is back. In your shit for the nine deuce and check this out. My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house. I am walking down the blocks wit pocketful of rocks.

Mike T's Funky Scratch

Suckas, pack up your shit. And all your bunk DJ equipment. Your ass is one-eight-seven when my boy is bent. So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.

Late Night Hype

Word, bet this beat is like funky. You know what I'm sayin'?. Who put this beat together, man?. Yo, that's the DJ Unknown, what, Unknown?. . Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin'.

Jack Mode

Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip.

It's A Compton Thang

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Modern society, get hip quick. Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick. Suckers like jockin for a large extent. Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent.

I'm Wit Dat

Yo, Eiht and Chill. It's a rumour going around sayin. Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough. Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that. Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started.