Mc Eiht - Set Trippin' Lyrics
GeahAint nothin but killers in this *****UghCheck it outIn the mutha*****in houseNiggaFor the 9 to the 6Aint nothin but the viii hype thugsUghIt aint nothin but the viii hype thugsIt aint nothin but the viii hype thugsGeah, niggaCheck it out[ verse 1: mc eiht ]Err, as I hit you upNot givin a *****Geah, I know you hate itGang affiliatedFor niggas trippin, they wanna hangPunk *****es talk shit, Im down to bang-bangThe thugs roll too thickBangin before hair start to grow on my dickFool, you best not be slippin by your lonelyCollectin my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungryDone trapped, eiht spit speedyIn the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedyInnocent by-standers in they drivewaysYellow tape, here it comes, no better daysStripe number one, you *****es aint feelin meBust caps every day, aint no killin meSo you better runCause ima let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum[ chorus ]Set trippinThem niggas are flippinGot a gang of gunsSo you gots to run (2x)[ verse 2: mc eiht ]Straight thuggin it up, and Im not givin a *****Anybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck)Geah, thats how we do it, straight clownin9 mill gat Im packin, keep frowninFool, cause it aint no thangFresh chuck ts with the fat-ass stringsYou gets my point, khakis sagginCause of the gat full of *****in hollow points(watch out now) that ass gon get shot up bad(thats right) that ass gon get a shot-up padI hope your mama aint home, I hope your kids aint sleepAint no shame in this mutha*****in damn gameCatch my gang affiliationAnd you gon get hit, sent on a long vacationFool, so you better runCause ima let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum[ chorus ]NiggaMc eiht in the houseTake 2 to your mouthBoom bam in the houseTake 2 to your mouthNigga[ verse 3: boom bam ]Its just a handfull of niggas can hang with meIm a clean example how this nigga became a geeAt the age of 15 I got tatted upThats when my punk-ass enemies got gatted upWith the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darknessSo pass me a light, so I can spark thisBlunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black headDont smoke lley, but I crack headsAnd for the niggas that dont believe, I gots to show emThat I dont trust a mutha*****a far as I can throw himViii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugsUp in mutha*****as heads, leavin em for deadCause shit is gettin drasticI had my gat, so I blastedNow youre wrapped in plasticAnd labelled with the toe tagI bet your *****-ass wont be comin with no mo drag(see ya) so youre best to runCause ima let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dumWordWhat the *****GeahThe notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters59Comtpon all dayWe dont play(try to deal with it)[ chorus ]And we out
