Uh... geah... uh... 

Niggaz can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click... 

Geah... uh... c'mon



EIHT:



Step in the arena

in 9-6

i'm kinda mean of

felony case catcher

no misdemenour

mentality of a psychopath

when i catch you dippin slip into this blood bath (geah)

the 9 niggas ain't no joke 

so you gone bear witness, get this

like the fuccin gun smoke 

it don't matter cuz i got you suspended

fucc up your whole program your life ended

the Tec 9 split up, i'ma get you

unload these muthafuccin hollows till i hit you

fuccin with my mind 

the wrong kind 

evil as fuck

the glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck

duck

your head

instead

the scene that is left is your mutherfuckin death

my glock goes up

to fools wanna be me

but them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me (c'mon uh geah)



Chorus...



EIHT:



To be or not to be

killed

when you're fuckin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah)

specialize in the murder

rappin

Original Baby fuckin Gangsta streiht ass tappin

i got that ass on cue

you be dazed and confused tryin to figure out

what we fix to do (whut tha fucc?)

you best hit the ground (geah)

these killin niggas

be spittin up the K and don't be fuccin around

i seen two niggas fall (geah)

but

wait

Eiht

got

slugs for all of y'all

Boom Bam picks the slack up (geah)

for fools that's tryin to let off Chill gots the Mac up

them killin niggas doin drive bys, 

lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies

Little Hawk'n Bird got my back G (that's rite)

the glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me



Chorus...



THA CHILL:



Now i remember back when we use to hit lil licks

ever since thirteen i've been hittin the mean Joe Green

big strap in my bacc pocket

just in case a nigga wanted to act a fool i unlock it

cock it

peel his cap back

run nigga ya best ta run, jog to the cluck, 

buckin on my way tossed the gun 

and now i'm rollin like ain't nuthin went on

but i'm knowin i did that dirt

so i'm knowin i can't go home

shiiit just a little trip

puffin on a little endo

lay low

servin the cluckers and clockin a couple of c-notes

park around the corner from the spot uh

cuz nigga we slangin rocks and the spot it got hot 

so i bails up the block with that gangsta strut

rememba the po po hot with my Cavi in my butt

stepped on the porch gave my nigga some dap

hatin at the c-o-p's

tryin to see these