| Song | Collect My Stripez - Featuring Young Prod. |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Artist | Young Prod. |
| Album | Death Threatz |
| 作词 : Bacon, Mundy, Patterson, Tyler | |
| (don't **** around...) | |
| Geah | |
| In the muther****in house | |
| To the 9 to the 6 | |
| Compton in this bitch, uh | |
| And we in this mutha****a 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 nigga that kill, that's real | |
| Eiht gon' steal to your | |
| Muther****in jaw | |
| **** the southpaw | |
| We go knuckle to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) | |
| It seems that you talk much trash but i'ma be like rockets | |
| Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) | |
| Niggas lookin' faulty, you done ****ed 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 mutha****in 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 mutha****a | |
| You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights | |
| Niggas 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, bitch, right | |
| And i'm just tryin' to collect my stripes | |
| (don't **** around...) | |
| Nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house nigga | |
| Young prod in the house nigga | |
| 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 **** 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 | |
| Mutha****a brains and thangs | |
| Cause i'm a bastard | |
| 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 **** around...) | |
| Eihthype big baby, geah... | |
| And ain't nuthin but the killers in here | |
| Like i said once again my friend | |
| Niggas in this mutha****a lookin' too greedy | |
| Geah, watts up rat big baby | |
| We in the mutha****in house, geah | |
| Punk muther****ers wanna act up | |
| How can you speak when you got no ****in back up? | |
| I guess we got bitch niggas in the c.p.t. | |
| Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent | |
| Niggas need to get cut down to size | |
| Puttin permanent marks under they muther****in eyes | |
| To be or not to be killed is the question | |
| When i lay slugs in they mutha****in chest and | |
| You lookin silly - billy | |
| Don't hit that high note | |
| As i slit your throat | |
| Can't stand it, goddamnit! | |
| 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 ass on | |
| We rolls heads like bowling balls | |
| Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah) | |
| So don't be ****in with the crew when i'm buzzed | |
| Geah, right and i'm just tryin to collect my stripes | |
| Nigga, uh | |
| Eihthype in the mutha****in house | |
| Like i said once again my friend | |
| It ain't over till the fat bitch spit | |
| And she ain't spittin shit | |
| Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the nina | |
| To the muther****in six, y'know i'm sayin? | |
| **** 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 | |
| Nigga and we don't play | |
| Eihthype in the mutha****in house, erb |
| zuò cí : Bacon, Mundy, Patterson, Tyler | |
| don' t around... | |
| Geah | |
| In the muther in house | |
| To the 9 to the 6 | |
| Compton in this bitch, uh | |
| And we in this mutha a 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 nigga that kill, that' s real | |
| Eiht gon' steal to your | |
| Muther in jaw | |
| the southpaw | |
| We go knuckle to knuckle, i' ma watch your ass buckle geah | |
| It seems that you talk much trash but i' ma be like rockets | |
| Hard to dump on that ass pop pop pop | |
| Niggas lookin' faulty, you done ed yourself this time | |
| With the notorious 159 | |
| You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you | |
| Your ride full of holes when we blast you | |
| Got no mutha in 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 mutha a | |
| You can' t hang with the greatest heavy weights | |
| Niggas 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, bitch, right | |
| And i' m just tryin' to collect my stripes | |
| don' t around... | |
| Nigga | |
| Eihthype in the house nigga | |
| Young prod in the house nigga | |
| 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 deucefive, bust | |
| Givin a 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 deucefive 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 | |
| Mutha a brains and thangs | |
| Cause i' m a bastard | |
| 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 around... | |
| Eihthype big baby, geah... | |
| And ain' t nuthin but the killers in here | |
| Like i said once again my friend | |
| Niggas in this mutha a lookin' too greedy | |
| Geah, watts up rat big baby | |
| We in the mutha in house, geah | |
| Punk muther ers wanna act up | |
| How can you speak when you got no in back up? | |
| I guess we got bitch niggas in the c. p. t. | |
| Tryin to represent but ain' t worth nine cent | |
| Niggas need to get cut down to size | |
| Puttin permanent marks under they muther in eyes | |
| To be or not to be killed is the question | |
| When i lay slugs in they mutha in chest and | |
| You lookin silly billy | |
| Don' t hit that high note | |
| As i slit your throat | |
| Can' t stand it, goddamnit! | |
| I' ma ram it | |
| Any time, any place like janet | |
| I' ma serve you like flow and mel' s diner | |
| Then break your fragileass like some china | |
| Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone | |
| Scaredy cats need to get that ass on | |
| We rolls heads like bowling balls | |
| Serve your block with the glock like house calls geah | |
| So don' t be in with the crew when i' m buzzed | |
| Geah, right and i' m just tryin to collect my stripes | |
| Nigga, uh | |
| Eihthype in the mutha in house | |
| Like i said once again my friend | |
| It ain' t over till the fat bitch spit | |
| And she ain' t spittin shit | |
| Cause we ain' t spittin' shit but the nina | |
| To the muther in six, y' know i' m sayin? | |
| all you fakeass fools out there | |
| Cause we ain' t nuthin but the true blue gangstas | |
| From the hub city y' know i' m sayin? | |
| West side hooride all day | |
| Nigga and we don' t play | |
| Eihthype in the mutha in house, erb |