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EIHT
(don't fk around...)
Geah
In the muth*rfkin house
To the 9 to the 6
Compton in this b*tch, uh
And we in this muth*fka lookin' too greedy
This goin' out to all the Hub city players baby
Check it out
Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer
A nigg* that kill, that's real
Eiht gon' steal to your
muth*rfkin jaw
fk the southpaw
We go knuckle to knuckle, I'ma watch your as* buckle (geah)
It seems that you talk much trash but I'ma be like Rockets
Hard to dump on that as* (pop pop pop)
lookin' faulty, you done fked yourself this time
With the notorious 1-59
You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you
Your ride full of holes when we blast you
Got no muth*fkin stripes at all
Go toe to toe with the M.A. and they gon' fall sucker
Better duck ah, I'ma buck ya
Serve you like a clucker, punk muth*fka
You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights
On The Run, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe and Eiht
So fool get your flip on, you're trip on
Better skip on
Before I get my clip on
Geah, b*tch, right
And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes
(don't fk around...)
nigg*
Eihthype in the house nigg*
Young Prod in the house nigg*
Westside in the house
YOUNG PROD
A East Side Ridah
Gots to put it down for the goods
I'm slangin'
G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
The homies got problems
Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah)
Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust
Givin a fk like Ike Turner
Corner, one times at the light
In motion
With my big homie on D's (c'mon)
Since it's all about the hood
I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep
Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic
Breakin with the deuce-five strap
Call me a classic
A B.G. bustin caps for stripes
But now it's drastic
I wish I had a plastic glock
And now we blastin
muth*fka brains and thangs
Cause I'm a b*stard
It ain't nuthin but killin
When you dealin with the evil side
Caps get peeled
And it's still to the G
That's how it is
Collectin' stripes
EIHT
(don't fk around...)
Eihthype big baby, geah...
And ain't nuthin but the killers in here
Like I said once again my friend
in this muth*fka lookin' too greedy
Geah, watts up rat big baby
We in the muth*fkin house, geah
Punk muth*rfkers wanna act up
How can you speak when you got no fkin back up?
I guess we got b*tch in the C.P.T.
Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent
need to get cut down to size
Puttin permanent marks under they muth*rfkin eyes
To be or not to be killed is the question
When I lay slugs in they muth*fkin chest and
You lookin silly - billy
Don't hit that high note
As I slit your throat
Can't stand it, godd*mnit!
I'ma ram it
Any time, any place like Janet
I'ma serve you like Flow and Mel's diner
Then break your fragile-ass like some china
Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Scaredy cats need to get that as* on
We rolls heads like bowling balls
Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
So don't be fkin with the crew when I'm buzzed
Geah, right and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes
nigg*, uh
Eihthype in the muth*fkin house
Like I said once again my friend
It ain't over till the fat b*tch spit
And she ain't spittin s**t
Cause we ain't spittin' s**t but the nina
To the muth*rfkin six, y'know I'm sayin?
fk all you fake-ass fools out there
Cause we ain't nuthin but the True Blue gangstas
From the Hub city y'know I'm sayin?
West Side hoo-ride all day
nigg* and we don't play
Eihthype in the muth*fkin house, erb