Uh... geah... uh...
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Niggaz can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click...
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Geah... uh... c'mon
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EIHT:
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Step in the arena
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in 9-6
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i'm kinda mean of
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felony case catcher
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no misdemenour
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mentality of a psychopath
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when i catch you dippin slip into this blood bath (geah)
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the 9 niggas ain't no joke
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so you gone bear witness, get this
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like the fuccin gun smoke
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it don't matter cuz i got you suspended
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fucc up your whole program your life ended
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the Tec 9 split up, i'ma get you
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unload these muthafuccin hollows till i hit you
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fuccin with my mind
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the wrong kind
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evil as fuck
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the glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck
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duck
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your head
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instead
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the scene that is left is your mutherfuckin death
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my glock goes up
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to fools wanna be me
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but them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me (c'mon uh geah)
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Chorus...
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EIHT:
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To be or not to be
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killed
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when you're fuckin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah)
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specialize in the murder
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rappin
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Original Baby fuckin Gangsta streiht ass tappin
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i got that ass on cue
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you be dazed and confused tryin to figure out
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what we fix to do (whut tha fucc?)
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you best hit the ground (geah)
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these killin niggas
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be spittin up the K and don't be fuccin around
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i seen two niggas fall (geah)
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but
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wait
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Eiht
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got
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slugs for all of y'all
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Boom Bam picks the slack up (geah)
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for fools that's tryin to let off Chill gots the Mac up
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them killin niggas doin drive bys,
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lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies
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Little Hawk'n Bird got my back G (that's rite)
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the glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me
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Chorus...
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THA CHILL:
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Now i remember back when we use to hit lil licks
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ever since thirteen i've been hittin the mean Joe Green
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big strap in my bacc pocket
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just in case a nigga wanted to act a fool i unlock it
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cock it
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peel his cap back
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run nigga ya best ta run, jog to the cluck,
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buckin on my way tossed the gun
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and now i'm rollin like ain't nuthin went on
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but i'm knowin i did that dirt
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so i'm knowin i can't go home
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shiiit just a little trip
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puffin on a little endo
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lay low
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servin the cluckers and clockin a couple of c-notes
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park around the corner from the spot uh
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cuz nigga we slangin rocks and the spot it got hot
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so i bails up the block with that gangsta strut
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rememba the po po hot with my Cavi in my butt
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stepped on the porch gave my nigga some dap
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hatin at the c-o-p's
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tryin to see these
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You Can't See Me
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MC Eiht |