MC Eiht (born Aaron Tyler; May 22, 1967 in Compton, California) is one of t… Read Full Bio ↴MC Eiht (born Aaron Tyler; May 22, 1967 in Compton, California) is one of the pioneers of gangsta rap with ties to the Crips street gang. He first emerged as one of the lead rappers of Compton's Most Wanted (CMW). He then became an actor and solo MC. He is best known in the acting world for his role as "A-Wax" in The Hughes Brothers' film "Menace II Society", and for providing the voice of "Ryder" in the video game "Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas".He performed the soundtrack to the movie Menace II Society called "Streight Up Menace" n he did it menacing;y At the moment, CMW is set for a reunion which will feature on DJ Slip's next album "The Minority Report". MC Eiht also had a role in 1998's movie, Thicker than Water as Lil Ant with Mack 10, Fat Joe, Ice Cube, WC, CJ Mac, Big Pun, and Cypress Hill's B-Real.

Nothin' But the Gangsta
MC Eiht Lyrics

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featuring Spice 1 Redman

Intro: MC Eiht

Geyeah we in the motherfuckin house

Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house geyeah

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house

My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house

Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house geyeah

And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe

Verse One: MC Eiht

It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog

Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog

Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire

Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah

Hold my nuts and make my cash

Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh

Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap

You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh

And bitches can't hang with the pack

Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back

Niggaz got beef 'cause Eiht Hype's a mack

And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin

Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags

Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag

Always on the lookout for the, helicopter

Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper

It's do or die, motherfuckers die

Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga

You get slugs from the stub for offendin me

Nuthin but the gangsta in me

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)

Spice 1 come down

Verse Two: Spice 1

I am a G, yes I'm only a G

Walks like a G, talks like a G

So A to the motherfuckin K

It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay

Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass

I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in

Dash, the fuck out the cut

Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up

I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap

Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic

Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock

Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker

Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK

Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga

Disrespect me I'ma bank ya

'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)

Ha ha, come on nigga

Verse Three: Redman

Check it out

Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob

Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod

Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob

The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod

Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams

I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and

I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects

But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at

black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast

It's that funk deceased nigga comin through bitch so grab your hairpeace

I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly

to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy

Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted

And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit

I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious

The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)

Verse Four: MC Eiht

Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor

Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors

Just touched down from San Quentin

Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!

It's nuthin but the gang, thing

Makes me hit the corner and slang

Board and quarter about a hundred times

Don't be servin no dubs and dimes

But I do it, no hesitation

Fuck it, I'ma violate probation

No one gave a mad fuck about me

Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB

Pops thrown out never had a big brother

Put on the set when I could pick the right color

The homey put me down on a half a bird

Turned it into key now they bomb for me

Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's

Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah

Outro:

Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah

Nuthin but the gangsta- come down

And that's how it's going down

That's how it's going down, uhh

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house

Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn

Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)

Geyeah

Overall Meaning

The song "Nuthin' But Tha Gangsta" by MC Eiht featuring Spice 1 and Redman depicts the gangsta lifestyle and mentality in Compton and the Bay Area. The lyrics describe the desire to commit violent acts, engage in criminal activity, and display a sense of prowess and power in the streets. MC Eiht's verse talks about his willingness to rob and hurt people who disrespect him, as well as his involvement in drug dealing. Spice 1's verse highlights his "G" status and his affinity for guns and violence, while Redman's verse references his connections to the mob and his ability to destroy cities with his music.

The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Nuthin but the gangsta" to reinforce the theme of the song. The outro features several members of MC Eiht's collective, such as 1/2 Oz, Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk, and Burn, to emphasize the unity and loyalty within the gangsta lifestyle.

Overall, the song provides a glimpse into the dangerous and gritty world of gangsta rap, where violence and criminality are glorified as symbols of power and respect.

Line by Line Meaning

Geyeah we in the motherfuckin house
Yeah, we are here in the house

Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
Eiht Hype is also here in the house, yeah

1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
1/2 Oz is also here in the house

My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house
My friends on the run are also here in the house

Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah
Lil Hawk and Burn are also here in the house, yeah

And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe
And there is no love in the 94 neighborhood, bitch

It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
It makes me want to rob people in the darkness

Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Let those promiscuous girls know what it really means to be treated like a dog

Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Makes me want to work as a hitman

Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Let the police experience the gunshots

Hold my nuts and make my cash
Hold my testicles and make money

Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Put a ten and a half inch object in your butt

Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
Walking with a gun and a badass reputation

You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
You shoot first, before your enemy tries to shoot you in the head

And bitches can't hang with the pack
And women can't keep up with the group

Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Idiots talking nonsense, it makes me hit them back

Niggaz got beef 'cause Eiht Hype's a mack
People have problems because Eiht Hype is a ladies' man

And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
And since the age of thirteen, I've been carrying a weapon

Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
I sell a lot of drugs

Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
The large amount of money in my pocket makes my pants sag

Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
I'm always watching for police helicopters

Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper
Shooting with an AK-47 fills the air with bullets

It's do or die, motherfuckers die
It's a life or death situation, people die

Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
People from the streets of Compton, so don't even attempt it

You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
You get shot for disrespecting me

Nuthin but the gangsta in me
There's nothing but the gangsta inside me

Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
There's nothing but the gangsta, yeah

I am a G, yes I'm only a G
I am a gangsta, yes I'm just a gangsta

Walks like a G, talks like a G
I walk and talk like a gangsta

So A to the motherfuckin K
So I represent AK (Assault Kompact)

It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay
I'm a member of the 187 crew from the Bay Area

Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'm quick to shoot my gun, slap people, and hit them with my pistol

I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
I'll do the shooting, then Eiht, you take the money

Dash, the fuck out the cut
Run away quickly from the location

Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
Fifty bullets in the magazine, that's how we approach

I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
I pull my hat to the back when I'm happy, but an enemy might lose their life

Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
I grabbed my 9mm Uzi with a pump and plastic handle

Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
I say 'killamatic' repeatedly, it means I'm ready to kill with my Glock

Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
Pop pop, motherfucker, watch them fall, motherfucker

Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
Just a gangsta, coming out of the Bay Area with an AK-47

Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
I'll put it in your face and shoot to split your head open, zig-zagging

Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
If you disrespect me, I'm going to shoot you

'cause I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta
Because I'm nothing but a gangsta from the East Bay

Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
I wreak havoc on cities like the Blob

Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
Dropping great music and I shoot down cowardly people from here to Cape Cod

Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
Forget about a regular job, my crew operates like the mob

The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod
I'm the original Joe Pex Flex, Redman, you better ask someone about me

Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
Get ready for my powerful music that will spread from here to Japan

I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I'm from the Jersey area and I'm staying true to myself in 1994 and beyond

I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
I can't participate in flea markets, you guys avoid certain areas while I analyze them

But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
But I carry a 9mm gun and the police still don't know where I hide it

black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
Black, huh!! I take the beautiful things from the ugly things

It's that funk deceased nigga comin through bitch so grab your hairpeace
It's that funky dead guy coming through, bitch, so hold on to your wig

I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
I have the gangsta in me and I'm not friendly

to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
to a weakling whose mouth talks more than the Indianapolis 500

Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
Now let me enhance the track, MC Eiht pass me the joint so I can get high

And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
And someone can get shot in the head when Bronx passes the gun

I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
I deliver the funky music and drop a dead body to prove that I'm serious

The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!
Being a gangsta means I'm authentic and I'm rapping from New Jersey, period!!

Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
I work out with weights every day like Popeye the sailor

Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Leaving with my wrinkled khaki pants and Chuck Taylor shoes

Just touched down from San Quentin
Just arrived back from San Quentin prison

Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!
Give me that brand new Pendleton jacket, uhh!

It's nuthin but the gang, thing
It's all about the gang

Makes me hit the corner and slang
Makes me go to the corner and sell drugs

Board and quarter about a hundred times
Make money in large quantities, about a hundred times

Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
Don't be selling small amounts of drugs

But I do it, no hesitation
But I do it without hesitation

Fuck it, I'ma violate probation
Fuck it, I'm going to break the rules of my probation

No one gave a mad fuck about me
No one really cared about me

Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Since the age of eight, I wandered around the Long Beach area

Pops thrown out never had a big brother
My father was kicked out and I never had an older brother

Put on the set when I could pick the right color
I joined the gang when I was able to choose the right color to represent

The homey put me down on a half a bird
My friend introduced me to selling drugs

Turned it into key now they bomb for me
I turned it into a kilogram of drugs, now they work for me

Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's
Driving in the 3-wheel car with gold rims

Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah
There's nothing but the gangsta inside me, yeah

Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
There's nothing but the gangsta

Ha ha, come on nigga
Ha ha, let's go, man

Check it out
Listen to this

Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
Oh my God! I cause destruction like the Blob

Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
Dropping great beats and I shoot down cowardly people from here to Cape Cod

Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
Forget about a regular job, my crew operates like the mob

The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod
I'm the original Joe Pex Flex, Redman, you better ask someone about me

Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
Get ready to have a good time from here to Japan with my music