Lyrics: T. Allen/A. Tyler/V. Johnson
Music: T. Allen/A. Tyler/V. Johnson
Uh... geah... uh...
Bitches can't **** 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 jok
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 *******
The glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck
Duck
Your head
Instead
The scene that is left is your mother****ing deat
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 ****ing with the eiht, bam and chill (geah
Specialize in the murder
Rappin
Original baby nigga gangsta streiht ass tappi
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 mother****er
Be spittin up the k and don't be fuccin around
I seen two mother****ers 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 mother****ers doin drive bys
Lighten up yo' whole ****ing yard like fire flie
Little hawk'n bird got my back g (that's rite)
The glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see m
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 i
**** i
Peel his cap back
Run mother****ers 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
****in' just a little tri
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 mother****er we slangin rocks and the spot it got ho
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 niggas some da
Hatin at the c-o-p's
Tryin to see these