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Caution Lyrics

Gyeah
Gyeah
We can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloods
These real CPT G's please show no love
Compton
Compton
in this b****
Somebody told me
Mc Eiht is back with that thug s***
Compton
Check it out

[VERSE 1]

My mindstate too late it's been gone
Tryina take me out of the hood you're dead wrong
I hustle all day to the f***** break of dawn
Sendin n*****' bodies to hell like sadam
Appetite for destruction corruption
To the highest degree my gat steady dumpin
Always into something you heard of me
Killer for reala my n**** another tragedy
Pops in the clip and slips the automatic
Anybody killer I gat it stay tatted
f**** them high class I like em hoodratted
When the shells slide they panic
n**** straight static
Catastrophe caught in monopoly you copy
Defy you mock me you're gettin sloppy
I rolls through goes through such and such
The angel of death meets you time to touch
Mind of a lunatic quick to handle
Sackin m****f****s like I was john randall
I blows out your spot like a candle
I f**** you up m****f**** like I was rambo
[VERSE 2]

Easy as it comes I can handle the drama
I bucks givin a f*** and high off marihuana
Sendin your body through some m****f***in trauma
I can dump the d*** body you can scream for mama
Common sense you make your a** hit the fence
Run fast or catch the consequence
My straight aim I got it with confidence
The sticky situation I make it intense
The instigator the m****f***in regulator
The quick to dump the shells in the a** of a infiltrator
The violator the m****f**** with heat
Let me see if you can beat it from across the street
I'ma knock your d*** noodles cos your talk is cheap
I'm a rockabye n**** cos your a** asleep
I'ma show you the way let these real G's play
Stick and move with the working clock like sugar ray
[VERSE 3]

Y'all know what the song and dance is get the flows up
Y'all know when the f***** cash drawer your hands goes up
Close up shop n**** the hood's in town
Hand over the money and don't make a sound
Doomsday no parlay no politickin
We packs up with extra clips and steady dippin
n***** in black coats with black nines
Dig into your body and catch the flatline
Your mama cry over your body at funeral time
Gang related one-time reported the usual signs
Hot crimes killin who dropped dimes
Smokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymes
Y'all know the time it's now the pow-wow
The big payback have a n**** lay down
Anyway you bring it I want it
Gun-totin killin m****f**** from compton's most wanted
Lifestyles of the ghetto foul
Music to driveby in my dash when I style
100% gangsta steady servin
Me and my homie Dub-C curb servin
Gyeah
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Section 8 (1999)
Intro Living 'n tha Streetz (feat. Boom Bam) My Life Murder at Night Caution The Getaway (skit) Automatic (feat. Mack 10) Strawberriez-N-Cream (feat. Compton's Most Wanted & High "T") Flatline Dayz of '89 Tha Hood Still Got Me Under (feat. Soultre) Me & My Bitch (feat. Techniec) III: Tha Hood Way (feat. Ice Cube & Mack 10) Thicker Than Water (feat. Val Young) The Nail Shop (Luther's outro)