Songtext Set trippin' 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