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mc eiht - collect my stripez lyrics

[eiht]
(don’t f-ck around…)
geah
in the m-th-rf-ckin house
to the 9 to the 6
compton in this b-tch, uh
and we in this m-th-f-cka lookin’ too greedy
this goin’ out to all the hub city players baby
check it out

gang way cause i’m nuthin but a killer
a n-gg- that kill, that’s real
eiht gon’ steal to your
m-th-rf-ckin jaw
f-ck the southpaw
we go knuckle to knuckle, i’ma watch your -ss buckle (geah)
it seems that you talk much trash but i’ma be like rockets
hard to dump on that -ss (pop pop pop)
n-gg-s lookin’ faulty, you done f-cked yourself this time
with the notorious 1-59
you goin be feelin kinda nervous when we p-ss you
your ride full of holes when we blast you
got no m-th-f-ckin stripes at all
go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon’ fall sucker
better duck ah, i’ma buck ya
serve you like a clucker, punk m-th-f-cka
you can’t hang with the greatest heavy weights
n-gg-s on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht
so fool get your flip on, you’re trip on
better skip on
before i get my clip on
geah, b-tch, right
and i’m just tryin’ to collect my stripes

(don’t f-ck around…)
n-gg-
eihthype in the house n-gg-
young prod in the house n-gg-
westside in the house

[young prod]
a east side ridah
gots to put it down for the goods
i’m slangin’
g’d up, throwin up the hood (gangsta)
the homies got problems
swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin’ (geah)
leanin’ out the window deuce-five, bust
givin a f-ck like ike turner
corner, one times at the light
in motion
with my big homie on d’s (c’mon)
since it’s all about the hood
i’m jumpin out with the heat, peep
hit that block and stop, i’m in traffic
breakin with the deuce-five strap
call me a cl-ssic
a b.g. bustin caps for stripes
but now it’s drastic
i wish i had a plastic glock
and now we blastin
m-th-f-cka brains and thangs
cause i’m a b-st-rd
it ain’t nuthin but killin
when you dealin with the evil side
caps get peeled
and it’s still to the g
that’s how it is
collectin’ stripes

[eiht]
(don’t f-ck around…)
eihthype big baby, geah…
and ain’t nuthin but the killers in here
like i said once again my friend
n-gg-s in this m-th-f-cka lookin’ too greedy
geah, watts up rat big baby
we in the m-th-f-ckin house, geah

punk m-th-rf-ckers wanna act up
how can you speak when you got no f-ckin back up?
i guess we got b-tch n-gg-s in the c.p.t.
tryin to represent but ain’t worth nine cent
n-gg-s need to get cut down to size
puttin permanent marks under they m-th-rf-ckin eyes
to be or not to be killed is the question
when i lay slugs in they m-th-f-ckin chest and
you lookin silly – billy
don’t hit that high note
as i slit your throat
can’t stand it, godd-mnit!
i’ma ram it
any time, any place like janet
i’ma serve you like flow and mel’s diner
then break your fragile–ss like some china
knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
scaredy cats need to get that -ss on
we rolls heads like bowling b-lls
serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah)
so don’t be f-ckin with the crew when i’m buzzed
geah, right and i’m just tryin to collect my stripes

n-gg-, uh
eihthype in the m-th-f-ckin house
like i said once again my friend
it ain’t over till the fat b-tch spit
and she ain’t spittin sh-t
cause we ain’t spittin’ sh-t but the nina
to the m-th-rf-ckin six, y’know i’m sayin?
f-ck all you fake–ss fools out there
cause we ain’t nuthin but the true blue gangstas
from the hub city y’know i’m sayin?
west side hoo-ride all day
n-gg- and we don’t play
eihthype in the m-th-f-ckin house, erb

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