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Текст (слова) песни: MC Eiht - Set Trippin



Geah

Aint nothin but killers in this bitch

Ugh

Check it out

In the muthafuckin house

Nigga

For the 9 to the 6

Aint nothin but the viii hype thugs

Ugh

It aint nothin but the viii hype thugs

It aint 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, Im 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 aint feelin me

Bust caps every day, aint no killin me

So you better run

Cause ima 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 Im not givin a fuck

Anybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)

Geah, thats how we do it, straight clownin

9 mill gat Im packin, keep frownin

Fool, cause it aint no thang

Fresh chuck ts 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

(thats right) that ass gon get a shot-up pad

I hope your mama aint home, I hope your kids aint sleep

Aint 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 ima 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 ]

Its just a handfull of niggas can hang with me

Im a clean example how this nigga became a gee

At the age of 15 I got tatted up

Thats 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

Dont smoke lley, but I crack heads

And for the niggas that dont believe, I gots to show em

That I dont 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 youre wrapped in plastic

And labelled with the toe tag

I bet your bitch-ass wont be comin with no mo drag

(see ya) so youre best to run

Cause ima let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

Word

What the fuck

Geah

The notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters

59

Comtpon all day

We dont play

(try to deal with it)

[ chorus ]

And we out

 

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