Mc Eiht - We Come Strapped/ Featuring Cmw (1994) by Mc Eiht (보컬) on maniadb.com

Geah
We in the muthafuckin' house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin' house, nigga
Half Ounce
We in the muthafuckin' house, uh
Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin' house
Lil' Hawk

You got it started so let me finish
Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace nigga
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard
Huh you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest nigga
Call me the night creeper the Grim Reaper
Like Boss is deeper can't escape the street sweeper
Uh say hello to the motherfucking two
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama cause Eiht flies lead
Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht a loaded lit clip and Quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When Eiht is evil cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, nigga
You on your ass like fast in a trap
Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight
Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with Eiht

Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x)

I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named David, they should call you Silly Billy
Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
And you don't want to see me
DJ Quik in a khaki bikini
You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when I slang
Cheap like SWV you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could you fade a Compton banger
Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
No sing no dance, no dance no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def Wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more Eiht shit for that punk that I pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing

Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x

You got it started so let me finish
Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace nigga
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard
Huh you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest nigga
Call me the night creeper the Grim Reaper
Like Boss is deeper can't escape the street sweeper
Uh say hello to the motherfucking two
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama cause Eiht flies lead
Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht a loaded lit clip and Quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When Eiht is evil cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, nigga
You on your ass like fast in a trap
Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight
Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with Eiht

Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x)

I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named David, they should call you Silly Billy
Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
And you don't want to see me
DJ Quik in a khaki bikini
You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when I slang
Cheap like SWV you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could you fade a Compton banger
Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
No sing no dance, no dance no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def Wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more Eiht shit for that punk that I pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing

Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x

Damn. 5-0 at my motherfuckin front door
Tryin to get us , ya know i'm sayin
But eihthype ain't sleepin
Gyeah , my niggas on the run know what's up
Lil' hawk and burn got the back , ya know i'm sayin
12 oz. runnin this shit, so we keep runnin
Niggas on the run , ya know i'm sayin

[verse 1 ]
Somebody snitchin ain't that a bitch
Motherfuckin 5-0 at my front door
Uhh , talkin about they got a gang of witnesses
Wanna commit and search my premises
Sellin dat candy is just the way to survive
And dealin them straps they won't take me alive
So now i gots ta play it like i say it
See the fuckin glare of the batch and i spray it
Uhh , they kickin my front door with them steel-toe boots
My face [?] so i starts to shoot
I hit 1 to the 2 starts to shout
Grab the motherfuckin yea kick the backdoor fool , i'm out
All for your dollars and some sense
Hear the fuckin sirens and i hit the back , bitch
Uhh , i start to scatter like a mouse
Snatch the fuckin yea and i'm out to my nigga boom bam's house
Uhh

[verse 2 ]
I guess you can chalk up zero for the blue team
Look up in the sky and see the fuckin high beam
Tab on boom bam's window with the fuckin strap
Wake up my nigga one-time's tryin to peel my cap
Special report just hit the fuckin airways
Be on the look-out for the nigga hair full of braids
They say i'm nuttin but a cheater



Trippin and i'm quick fast strapped with a nine millameter
Gotta make it to my motherfuckin nigga chills
One-times on they way and they wanna kill
They lookin silly cause they got clowned
Heard the whisper chief williams 2 officers down
Uhh , here comes the motherfuckin tear ga

One more nigga on the run
I just can't handle this born in the land of the scandalous
Thirteen years of age at the time
Moms is kicking me I gots to get mine
I load up my strap map out my plan
Choose my victim then motherfucker stick him
One more point that got scored for the...
Up to no damn good understood
Steps is getting low so I gots to get some more
Loads up the K breaks out the back door
You know the routine, so run fool, here we go
Say back channel, keep your motherfucking hands up on the dash
And gives up the cash
One time is making a move on my ass
But I ain't sweating it cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours (Repeat 2x)

Just call me the come up kid
Hard times kicking it in the CPT
So that means I gotta do what I gotta do
And if you ain't down with the Hype, fuck you
You're coming up short when I slang
So when I hit your corner, you're gonna be a goner
Nigga duck when my nine starts to buck
In it for the snaps so I'm crazy as fuck
I should be laying low cause one time is real hot
Need to make a nine so I rush your spot
And it's like that when I got the philly
If you don't care someone else does the killing
So when you hit the end of the road ain't no turning back
I done signed a hood lifetime contract
Jacking and packing cause ain't shit funny
Because it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours (Repeat 2x)

Uh oh, there goes another beep on the beeper
One time sleep on the fucking night creeper
Trying to show stop on the sales
Pull fake braids but I still gets paid
Just say no? Fuck the TV
Trying to push the shit cause the weight is exceed
See me for the blast, Five-oh fly in fast
Mad cause I'm making more cash than they ass
Now I lay low in the cut
Label me the nigga with the fucking gangsta strut
Every hooptie got gold license plates
my birds fly out throughout the fucking states
Now my other half is telling me I'd better quit
But I ain't through in this shit, so I guess this is it
I'll be dead before I go out like a dummy
(Why's that, G?) Cause it's all for the money

I gots to get mine, so I'm a take yours (Repeat 6x

in da muthafucking house for da '94 beeitch
Kill'em all off, ya know what i'm sayin'

Niggaz backdafuckup of da compton thug
When i'm chrome off da muthafuckin' chronic hood nigga
1 mo muthafuckin' hit
lips get split, fake this shit
Never gave a fuck about a hoodrat bitch
clownin' in da trey with da 3-wheel snitch
so stay da fuck back, you know it's like that
come strapped with da

It all starts in them muthafuckin streets
with the shooting up, bang bang
From the quiet neighbourhoods to them loc'd out Compton gangs
From they mommas to they daddies to they grands
Passed generations with rags in they fuckin' hands
And living in Compton you can't deal with the hassle
Uh, living in Compton one time's tryin' to gaffle
Uh, living in Compton boy you better think fast
Niggas ain't fuckin around, they'll put a slug in your ass
Never givin a fuck goin' out like geez
Slangin them keys, jackin naked body on D's
Do or die is the motto that we strive to live
Do a muthafuckin drive-by on your wife and kids
From every hood to block to park to street
You cross the wrong fuckin' line and your ass gets beat
One for all, all for one is how we go down
Niggaz make the muthafuckin hood go round

That's righ, geah
Niggas make the hood... geah... go
You know...

The hood done took under all kinds, yeah I know
From my homies down in Watts to the G's in Chicago
(hey what's up homeboy?)
What's up? And everybody's up on the gank
It don't matter how the fuckin blood splatter, long as get yo' bank
Real G's come in all shapes and sizes
Dottin' your eyeses, packin all kinda surprises
The type of niggas that don't give a fuck about one time
Fill they fuckin' car full of holes with this brand new 9 (pop pop)
And now your shit outta luck
Niggas ain't fuckin around when they hood starts throwing down (geah)
Caps get peeled with this hot ass A.K.
Ain't no stoppin' cause we poppin' punks on rainy days
A place wher

We in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
C.M.W. back in this muthafucka
Geah, the Most Wanted muthafuckas in Compton, y'know I'm sayin?
And can't nobody can compare
So niggas beware cause Eihthype's runnin' this bitch
Geah

Run muthafuckas run
I got the muthafuckin gun and I'm ready to blast on your mark-ass
We shoot first then take names later
No one can fade a crooked ass scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we quick to catch the fever of the flavor
Punk fool nuthin can save you
You crossed the line boy you slipped
Nuthin' to lose, shootin at your friend as I'm poppin' in another clip
You try to scream but it don't do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by's no one can point or pull the trigger
Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas
We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's
We slang a game of mutherfuckin Compton gang
I gots to peel your fuckin cap, nigga
We come strapped

One more hit on your hood muthafucka ain't no bullshittin'
Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start spittin
And gather up your fuckin kids
1-8-7's for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids
I'll cap that ass up in the car
When your rollin the streets the gats get blasted by N.O.T.R.
Don't try to hang with the fire power it's a slaughter
We bust caps on your awake at the funeral parlour
You get the short end of the stick
Rollin with a click and the way we role, muthafucka it's thick
And my brain is sayin' kill so nigga you're stuck
I like the sound of the 'K when it start to buck
Ain't no damn playin', ain't no rhyme sayin'
One mo

Bitch I'm only out to fuck, get your lips ready to suck
As I go up in you like a mack truck
What's love got to do with this?
Get butt naked as I squeeze on your ass and grab your tits
Shit just call me Mr. King Kong
With my nuts in your mouth while you play ping pong ho'
I start killin' that twat, you start whinin'
Take out the big blow pop and start slimin'
So get ready for the big blacks nigga
Eiht can stick her, it's a winner, tie you over till dinner
Bitch, my shit is beef, fuck
Bacon no fakin, play hard to get and I'm taking
So give that big fat ass a rest
With my shit in your mouth as I sit on your chest
Geah like my homies from D-F-C: you can get the dick!
Bitch, I'm ready to stick
Can I still kill it?

Geah
Uh, what up
And all the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, geah
All the ho's in the house, uh
We don't love them ho's, geah

Geah, take off them G-string drawers
So I can start to break down your sugar walls, uh
I'll smack it, flip it, rub it, tap it
Bend over, stick it up a little bit so I can slap it
All over that big fat tail
Making you come faster than the metro rail
Uh, I'm rubbin' your clit, you want me to stick cause you gettin hot
Bend over to the side so I can hit the spot
Bitch throw your legs on top of my shoulder
I kill that mutherfuckin' twat I thought I told you
I thought it was cool pimpin, playin like Michael ????
But the bitch was scandlous like Robin Givens
I guess i just couldn't handle this
Twat that's deeper than Atlantis
Oh geah, pussy so big that I can't eve

We in the muthafuckin house for the 94
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house
Geah
MC Eiht and DJ Slip in the muthafuckin house
Uh, Compton in the house, nigga
Compton in the house, fool
Compton in the house, bitch
Geah

You can nail me to the muthafuckin wall
You can bust me in the head with gatz
But punk ass nigga I'll be back, geah
You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
Fuckin blood runnin down my back
I pull the muthafuckin strap on the sneak attack, uh
Load the hollow points into the hot glock
Got my eyes on the crib at the end of the block
Don't give a fuck who's inside
His little sis' caught the fuckin slug so I jumps in the G-ride
Feelin cold as I look at the murder metal
Hear the sirens so I hit the mutherfuckin pedal
Tyres got to spinnin, I can see the smoke
Could barely catch my breath as I start to choke
Off the blood, from the 38 slug that was planted in my back
Damn that was wack
Dip through the back streets so I can slide out
The G-ride to my homie Chills to hide out
Dump the mutherfuckin glock, it was dirt'
Bammed on my nigga door, damn Chill heard me
He opened up the door and I fell straight in
Passed out for a second cause I lost my wind
Woke up to hear the mutherfuckin Breed and Chill looked up and said:

Geyeah we in the motherfuckin house
Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house geyeah
1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house
Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house geyeah
And ain't no love in the nine fo' hoe

Verse One: MC Eiht

It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog
Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog
Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire
Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah
Hold my nuts and make my cash
Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh
Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap
You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh
And bitches can't hang with the pack
Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back
Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype's a mack
And since the age of thirteen, I've been packin
Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags
Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag
Always on the lookout for the, helicopter
Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper
It's do or die, motherfuckers die
Niggaz from the Compton streets so don't even try, nigga
You get slugs from the stub for offendin me
Nuthin but the gangsta in me

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)
Spice 1 come down

Verse Two: Spice 1

I am a G, yes I'm only a G
Walks like a G, talks like a G
So A to the motherfuckin K
It's your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay
Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass
I'ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in
Dash, the fuck out the cut
Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that's how we runnin up
I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap
Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic
Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock
Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker
Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK
Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga
Disrespect me I'ma bank ya
Cuz I'm nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)
Ha ha, come on nigga

Verse Three: Redman

Check it out
Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob
Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod
Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob
The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod
Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams
I'm from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and
I can't march on swap meets, y'all duck sects I dissects
But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don't know where mines at
black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast
It's that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace
I got the gangsta in me plus I'm not friendly
to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy
Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted
And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit
I drop the funk and drop a body to show I'm serious
The gangsta means I'm live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!

Chorus:

Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)

Verse Four: MC Eiht

Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor
Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors
Just touched down from San Quentin
Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!
It's nuthin but the gang, thing
Makes me hit the corner and slang
Board and quarter about a hundred times
Don't be servin no dubs and dimes
But I do it, no hesitation
Fuck it, I'ma violate probation
No one gave a mad fuck about me
Since the age of eight I roamed the halls of LB
Pops thrown out never had a big brother
Put on the set when I could pick the right color
The homey put me down on a half a bird
Turned it into key now they bomb for me
Rollin in the Trey on fuckin gold d's
Nuthin but the motherfuckin gangsta in me, geyeah

Outro:

Nuthin but the gangsta- geyeah
Nuthin but the gangsta- come down
And that's how it's going down
That's how it's going down, uhh
1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house
Niggaz on the Run, Lil Hawk and Burn
Nuthin but the gangsta (4x)
Geyeah

Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
Ain't no love ho, uh
And right about now Niggas On The Run in the muthafuckin house
Lil Hawk'n Bird in the muthafuckin house
Half Ounce in this bitch, you know I'm sayin'?
And this how we gon' do this for all the Compton homies

Niggas back the fuck up and let me get down
Another O.G. from the Compton town
Uh, so put yo' gun down, run up fool
And as you procede to run get that with the tool
It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that?
Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat
Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk

Geah
In the house for the 94 shot
Eihthype in the house, uh
Half Ounce in the house
Compton bomb, Compton bomb
Geah
West side nigga
You know what's happenin'

Get ready for the funky ass shit