mc eiht - you can't see me lyrics
[intro: mc eiht]
uh… geah… uh…
n-ggas can’t f-ck with this… it ain’t nuthin but the eihthype cl!ck…
geah… uh… c’mon
[mc 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 n-ggas ain’t no joke
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’mma get you
unload these m-th-fuccin hollows till i hit you
fuccin with my mind the wrong kind evil as f-ck
the glock goes buck… buck… buck… buck
duck your head instead
the scene that is left is your m-th-rf-ckin death
my glock goes up
to fools wanna be me
but them punk -ss n-ggas don’t wanna see me (c’mon uh geah)
[chorus]
[mc eiht]
to be or not to be
k!lled
when you’re f-ckin with the eiht, bam and chill (geah)
specialize in the murder
rappin
original baby f-ckin gangsta streiht -ss tappin
i got that -ss 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 k!llin n-ggas
be spittin up the k and don’t be fuccin around
i seen two n-ggas 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 k!llin n-ggas doin drive bys
lighten up yo’ whole f-ckin yard like fire flies
little hawk’n bird got my back g (that’s rite)
the glock goes up to them punk -ss n-ggas don’t wanna see me
[chorus]
[tha chill]
now i remember back when we use to hit lil l!cks
ever since thirteen i’ve been hittin the mean joe green
big strap in my bacc pocket
just in case a n-gga wanted to act a fool i unlock it
c-ck it
peel his cap back
run n-gga 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
shiiit just a little trip 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 n-gga we slangin rocks and the spot it got hot
so i bails up the block with that gangsta strut
rememba the po po hot with my cavi in my b-tt
stepped on the porch gave my n-gga some dap
hatin at the c-o-p’s
tryin to see these
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