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 muthafuckin 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 fuck
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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 fuck
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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 fuckin 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 muthafuckin 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 muthafucka 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 muthafuckas 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 fuck
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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
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Set Trippin'
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| MC Eiht |
