Geah

Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch

Ugh

Check it out

In the muthafuckin house

Nigga

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, 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, I'm 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 ain't feelin me

Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me

So you better run

Cause I'ma 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 I'm not givin a fuck

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-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

(That's right) That ass 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 muthafuckin damn 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 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 ]

It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me

I'm  a clean example how this nigga became a gee

At the age of 15 I got tatted up

That's 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

Don't smoke lley, but I crack heads

And for the niggas that don't believe, I gots to show em

That I don't 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 you're wrapped in plastic

And labelled with the toe tag

I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin with no mo' drag

(See ya) So you're best to run

Cause I'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum



Word

What the fuck

Geah

The notorious, victorious VIII Hype Thugsters

59



Comtpon all day

We don't play



(Try to deal with it)



[ CHORUS ]



And we out