We Come Strapped

Geah We in the muthafuckin house Eihthype in the muthafuckin house C.m.w. back in this muthafucka Geah, the most wanted muthafuckas in compton, y'know I'm sayin? And can't nobody can compare So niggas beware cause eihthype's runnin' this bitch Geah

Run muthafuckas run I got the muthafuckin gun and I'm ready to blast on your mark-ass We shoot first then take names later No one can fade a crooked ass 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 muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's We slang a game of mutherfuckin compton gang I gots to peel your fuckin cap, nigga We come strapped

One more hit on your hood muthafucka ain't no bullshittin' Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start spittin And gather up your fuckin kids 1-8-7's for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids I'll cap that ass 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, muthafucka 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 fuckin cap, geah We come strapped

Night time hits the fuckin 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 fuckin late Put the strap up in my lap Hopin these muthafuckas don't trip, slip pass me the extra clip I hit the mutherfuckin volume up on the dash So no tittle-tattle can hear the muthafuckin 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 fuckin gas Be on the lookout cause they coming to tap my ass We gots to peel they fuckin cap That's the way we get'em muthafucka cause you know We come strapped

Geah Nigga In the muthafuckin house Eihthype in the muthafuckin house nigga So stay the fuck back Niggas on the run in the muthafuckin house Lil' hawk & bird in the muthafuckin house

Stick'em Geah, we in the muthafuckin house Nigga Stay the fuck down clown Cause ain't no love ho In the 94 Eihthype, half ounce in this bitch C.m.w. in this bitch Geah