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Geah |
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Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch |
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Ugh |
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Check it out |
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In the mutha****in house |
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Nigga |
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For the 9 to the 6 |
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Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs |
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Ugh |
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It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs |
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It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs |
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Geah, nigga |
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Check it out |
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[ verse 1: mc eiht ] |
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Err, as i hit you up |
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Not givin a **** |
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Geah, i know you hate it |
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Gang affiliated |
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For niggas trippin, they wanna hang |
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Punk bitches talk shit, i'm down to bang-bang |
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The thugs roll too thick |
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Bangin before hair start to grow on my dick |
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Fool, you best not be slippin by your lonely |
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Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungry |
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Done trapped, eiht spit speedy |
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In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedy |
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Innocent by-standers in they driveways |
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Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days |
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Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me |
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Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me |
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So you better run |
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Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum |
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[ chorus ] |
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Set trippin |
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Them niggas are flippin |
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Got a gang of guns |
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So you gots to run (2x) |
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[ verse 2: mc eiht ] |
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Straight thuggin it up, and i'm not givin a **** |
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Anybody gets bucked (i said buck-buck-buck) |
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Geah, that's how we do it, straight clownin |
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9 mill gat i'm packin, keep frownin |
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Fool, cause it ain't no thang |
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Fresh chuck t's with the fat-ass strings |
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You gets my point, khakis saggin |
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Cause of the gat full of ****in hollow points |
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(watch out now) that ass gon' get shot up bad |
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(that's right) that ass gon' get a shot-up pad |
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I hope your mama ain't home, i hope your kids ain't 'sleep |
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Ain't no shame in this mutha****in damn game |
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Catch my gang affiliation |
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And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation |
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Fool, so you better run |
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Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum |
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[ chorus ] |
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Nigga |
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Mc eiht in the house |
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Take 2 to your mouth |
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Boom bam in the house |
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Take 2 to your mouth |
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Nigga |
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[ verse 3: boom bam ] |
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It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me |
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I'm a clean example how this nigga became a gee |
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At the age of 15 i got tatted up |
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That's when my punk-ass enemies got gatted up |
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With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness |
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So pass me a light, so i can spark this |
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Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black head |
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Don't smoke lley, but i crack heads |
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And for the niggas that don't believe, i gots to show em |
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That i don't trust a mutha****a far as i can throw him |
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Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs |
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Up in mutha****as heads, leavin em for dead |
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Cause shit is gettin drastic |
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I had my gat, so i blasted |
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Now you're wrapped in plastic |
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And labelled with the toe tag |
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I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin with no mo' drag |
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(see ya) so you're best to run |
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Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum |
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Word |
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What the **** |
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Geah |
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The notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters |
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59 |
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Comtpon all day |
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We don't play |
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(try to deal with it) |
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[ chorus ] |
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And we out |