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