Wicked Hearted

[Verse 1: Mr. Yack]
My conscious constantly telling me to kill
[?]I was coked up all of my first night[?] so that's just the way it is
Creep in through the kitchen
Heard her husband bitchin bout' some nigga
I cock my Glock, I guess he heard and Blue said, "what's up, nigga?"
He started preaching, I smacked him with that thang
He started having a seizure, oh my fault I killed some preacher
Now his wife is a widow, but she didn't need that old ho
Cause she ride a Cadillac STS '96 with the pure gold momo's
I grabbed that bitch by her head, "now, I don't wanna fuck you, ho
I came for a [?]fucking sport[?], I want the money and dope"
She told me to come alone, the money's just by the river
I'm looking at Cody face, I'm knowing that he wanna kill her
I'm packing up out the door, I chopped off her husband's leg
I gave her a souvenir, now this bitch is really scared
I ride up the fucking river, I got all the money nigga
I tied the bricks to her leg, now she's dead and I'm the killer

[Hook: MC Eiht]
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome

[Verse 2: Lil Yo]
A loaded TEC is my only automatic weapon
Don't make no moves when I step into your home ripping
[?]Then buy some sticky[?] and that lunatic, my nigga Blue
Letting off ten slugs as them hollow tips make trails through you
"Now where's the cheese, before your whole family die!"
Told them directions: "trick, put yo hands back in the sky"
He tried to slip off and alert the woman next door
I caught that bitch and popped her in her neck, that stupid ho
Now she's deceased, I ran back to the stanky scene
And I got nervous when I heard the sound of the sirens
Me and straight Blue become the suspects as we fled
When it was over, there was a hundred niggas dead
Surely but slowly, we hid them in the first degree
I had to get em, and the only way was robbery

[Hook: MC Eiht]
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome

[Verse 3: Mr. Yack]
For the wicked hearted murder in the lane of the fire
Dangerous explosives like the Oklahoma Disaster
When the building blew up in flames, shooting them thangs on yo ass
I wanna be a terrorist on the news talking bad
I'm loading up my clip, got a plan for tonight
A Glock in my hand, in my pocket is a knife
I'm looking for a victim pushing keys on the scheme
I wanna make a stain for a million, ride clean
I'm coming out on a Friday and I gotta hit the strip
I've been conin' all last night, so you know I plan to flip
And I'm so wicked hearted right to stay up in this game
And I'm so damn young, that should be a crying shame
That I be selling dope, fucking hoes, constantly blastin'
I'm robbing all these niggas, I'm the Wicked Hearted Assassin

[Outro: MC Eiht & Prince Johnny C]
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Ran outside and all he heard was, "Boy, freeze!"
I'm taking my nine and put-, put-, putting it-, to your fucking, fucking dome
Ran outside and all heard was, "Boy-" "Boy-" "Boy, freeze!"