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lirik lagu mc eiht - set trippin'

geah
ain’t nothin but killers in this b-tch
ugh
check it out
in the m-th-f-ckin house
n-gg-
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, n-gg-
check it out

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
err, as i hit you up
not givin a f-ck
geah, i know you hate it
gang affiliated
for n-gg-s trippin, they wanna hang
punk b-tches talk sh-t, i’m down to bang-bang
the thugs roll too thick
bangin before hair start to grow on my d-ck
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 b-tches ain’t feelin me
bust caps every day, ain’t no killin me
so you better run
cause i’ma let my sh-t spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ chorus ]
set trippin
them n-gg-s 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 f-ck
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–ss strings
you gets my point, khakis saggin
cause of the gat full of f-ckin hollow points
(watch out now) that -ss gon’ get shot up bad
(that’s right) that -ss 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 m-th-f-ckin d-mn 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 sh-t spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ chorus ]

n-gg-
mc eiht in the house
take 2 to your mouth
boom bam in the house
take 2 to your mouth
n-gg-

[ verse 3: boom bam ]
it’s just a handfull of n-gg-s can hang with me
i’ma clean example how this n-gg- became a gee
at the age of 15 i got tatted up
that’s when my punk–ss enemies got gatted up
with the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness
so p-ss 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 n-gg-s that don’t believe, i gots to show em
that i don’t trust a m-th-f-cka far as i can throw him
viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs
up in m-th-f-ckas heads, leavin em for dead
cause sh-t 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 b-tch–ss won’t be comin with no mo’ drag
(see ya) so you’re best to run
cause i’ma let my sh-t spit, dum-diddy-dum

word
what the f-ck
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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