Mc Eiht We Come Strapped Lyrics

We Come Strapped Lyrics

Geah
We in the muthaf**kin house
Eihthype in the muthaf**kin house
C.m.w. back in this muthaf**ka
Geah, the most wanted muthaf**kas in compton, y’know I’m sayin? 
And can’t nobody can compare
So niggas beware cause eihthype’s runnin’ this bit*h
Geah

Run muthaf**kas run
I got the muthaf**kin gun and I’m ready to blast on your mark-ass
We shoot first then take names later
No one can fade a crooked as* scheming alligator
No one can stop us cause we quick to catch the fever of the flavor
Punk fool nuthin can save you
You crossed the line boy you slipped
Nuthin’ to lose, shootin at your friend as I’m poppin’ in another clip
You try to scream but it don’t do no good
Too many killin niggas from my hood, fool uh
Too many drive-by’s no one can point or pull the trigger
Too many muthaf**kin loc’ed as* young niggas
We bail deep and it’s an everyday thang, them fifth’s
We slang a game of mutherf**kin compton gang
I gots to peel your f**kin cap, nigga
We come strapped

One more hit on your hood muthaf**ka ain’t no bullshittin’
Better scatter that as* over the fence before the 9 start spittin
And gather up your f**kin kids
1-8-7’s for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids
I’ll cap that as* up in the car
When your rollin the streets the gats get blasted by n.o.t.r.
Don’t try to hang with the fire power it’s a slaughter
We bust caps on your awake at the funeral parlour
You get the short end of the stick
Rollin with a click and the way we role, muthaf**ka it’s thick
And my brain is sayin’ kill so nigga you’re stuck
I like the sound of the ’k when it start to buck
Ain’t no damn playin’, ain’t no rhyme sayin’
One more point for the hood when my gat start sprayin’
We gots to peel your f**kin cap, geah
We come strapped

Night time hits the f**kin streets
Loadin up the clips and we ready to kill rollin the gangsta beats
One time try to run a make on my plates
Routine jack but jack is too f**kin late
Put the strap up in my lap
Hopin these muthaf**kas don’t trip, slip pass me the extra clip
I hit the mutherf**kin volume up on the dash
So no tittle-tattle can hear the muthaf**kin blast
I give him one to the dome
As the cop start to drop I’m sayin to myself damn it’s on
I guess the blunt made me do it
Knew the other times would be comin so I grabbed the strap and threw it
Hit the corner fast, hit the f**kin gas
Be on the lookout cause they coming to tap my ass
We gots to peel they f**kin cap
That’s the way we get’em muthaf**ka cause you know
We come strapped

Geah
Nigga
In the muthaf**kin house
Eihthype in the muthaf**kin house nigga
So stay the f**k back
Niggas on the run in the muthaf**kin house
Lil’ hawk & bird in the muthaf**kin house

Stick’em
Geah, we in the muthaf**kin house
Nigga
Stay the f**k down clown
Cause ain’t no love ho
In the 94
Eihthype, half ounce in this bit*h
C.m.w. in this bit*h
Geah