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dfc - caps get peeled lyrics

[intro: mc eiht]
g’yeah eiht hype in the house
half+ounce in the house
and we back in this b+tch for the ’93 shot, you know what’s up
dfc’s in the motherf+ckin’ house
and comin’ from the west side, you know what i’m sayin’
my man al’s ’bout to kick it
so gimme a lil of that flint funk, you know what i’m sayin’

[verse 1: al breed]
one time for your motherf+ckin’ mind
’cause i’m the prime candidate (g’yeah)
for the n+gga you love to hate
on a mission to be 6 feet deep
peep, i’m makin’ it sweet when rollin’ 4 deep
in my seven+eight coupe de ville
rollin’ on them thangs
turnin’ up the funk and hopin’ for the fame
it’s a shame the way them cards were dealt
they put us on this b+tch and said, “go for self”
and what the f+ck was a n+gga to do
i gave up love to a scrub for a motherf+ckin’ .22
so i’m ready to go toe to toe, blow for blow
and that’s how it’s layin’ in the ghetto (right)
and who’s to say that a man can’t get his
with a little bit of that and a little bit of this
b+tch, so many ways to pull a f+ckin’ jack
one, pull the hammer back, and peel the f+ckin’ cap
[hook: mc eiht]
i guess they just don’t know the f+ckin’ deal
caps get peeled, g’yeah

[verse 2: mc eiht]
n+ggas on tha run is in this b+tch
gold ds on my trey as i hit the switch, unh
bumpin’ this motherf+ckin’ gangsta beat
and i got my motherf+ckin’ heat on the front seat
n+gga better think fast ’cause eiht’s gonna blast, unh
catch a motherf+ckin’ slug in yo’ bald head ass
bumpin’ ’em fly like stevie wonder
got the mac and it’s a fact that the hood done took me under
down with the funk so don’t start no sh+t
n+ggas on tha run got the back and we in this b+tch, unh
release the safety and the bullets start spittin’
you run but you get hit’n ’cause ain’t no bullsh+ttin’
that’s always why you catch the menace in a bulletproof
e and dfc shootin’ out the sunroof
it’s just the motherf+ckin’ way that i feel
when caps get peeled, g’yeah

[hook: mc eiht]
i guess they just don’t know the f+ckin’ deal
caps get peeled, g’yeah, unh
n+ggas don’t know the motherf+ckin’ deal
caps get peeled, g’yeah, unh
i guess they don’t think this sh+t is real
caps get peeled n+gga, g’yeah
say h+llo to the motherf+ckin’ steel
caps get peeled, g’yeah
[verse 3: al breed]
poppin’ motherf+ckers with my tec+9
it was 3 n+ggas walkin’ up, was tryin’ to check mine
stupid little b+tches
you know it wasn’t no hoin’ al
’cause if i had to creep to the hood to catch you slippin’
then your lights out (g’yeah)
’cause what i did this to your crew it was a tragedy
homies comin’ around from other hoods
be tryin’ to handle me
blow me down, blow me down
they shot but i ain’t dead yet
i rolled over, hit my shoulder, got on my feet and jet
ran to the bush to get my gun so i could fire back
fell to the ground and turned around, it was a full jack
help me now, help me now
these busters all around me
they pulled they gun, i pulled my glock
and as the caps get…
i ain’t dead yet (g’yeah)
but i ain’t dead yet (right)

(as the caps get peeled)

[hook: mc eiht]
i guess they just don’t know the f+ckin’ deal
caps get peeled, n+gga, unh
i guess they just don’t know the f+ckin’ deal
caps get peeled, n+gga, unh
say h+llo to the motherf+ckin’ steel
caps get peeled n+gga, unh
[outro: mc eiht]
and comin from flint and compton, n+gga
we know what’s up, g’yeah
and we out of this b+tch

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