Set Trippin' Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Geah 

Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch 

Ugh 

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In the muthafuckin house 

Nigga 

For the 9 to the 6 

Ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs 

Ugh 

It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs 

It ain't nothin but the viii hype thugs 

Geah, nigga 

Check it out 

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[ verse 1: mc eiht ] 

Err, as I hit you up 

Not givin a fuck 

Geah, I know you hate it 

Gang affiliated 

For niggas trippin, they wanna hang 

Punk bitches talk shit, I'm down to bang-bang 

The thugs roll too thick 

Bangin before hair start to grow on my dick 

Fool, you best not be slippin by your lonely 

Collectin my stripes, cause b.g. eiht was hungry 

Done trapped, eiht spit speedy 

In the m.c. we hit your block lookin too greedy 

Innocent by-standers in they driveways 

Yellow tape, here it comes, no better days 

Stripe number one, you bitches ain't feelin me 

Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me 

So you better run 

Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum 

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[ chorus ] 

Set trippin 

Them niggas are flippin 

Got a gang of guns 

So you gots to run (2x) 

[ verse 2: mc eiht ] 

Straight thuggin it up, and I'm not givin a fuck 

Anybody gets bucked (I said buck-buck-buck) 

Geah, that's how we do it, straight clownin 

9 mill gat I'm packin, keep frownin 

Fool, cause it ain't no thang 

Fresh chuck t's with the fat-ass strings 

You gets my point, khakis saggin 

Cause of the gat full of fuckin hollow points 

(watch out now) that ass gon' get shot up bad 

(that's right) that ass gon' get a shot-up pad 

I hope your mama ain't home, I hope your kids ain't 'sleep 

Ain't no shame in this muthafuckin damn game 

Catch my gang affiliation 

And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation 

Fool, so you better run 

Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum 

[ chorus ] 

Nigga 

Mc eiht in the house 

Take 2 to your mouth 

Boom bam in the house 

Take 2 to your mouth 

Nigga 

[ verse 3: boom bam ] 

It's just a handfull of niggas can hang with me 

I'm a clean example how this nigga became a gee 

At the age of 15 I got tatted up 

That's when my punk-ass enemies got gatted up 

With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness 

So pass me a light, so I can spark this 

Blunt, punk, or get slapped upside yo black head 

Don't smoke lley, but I crack heads 

And for the niggas that don't believe, I gots to show em 

That I don't trust a muthafucka far as I can throw him 

Viii hype thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs 

Up in muthafuckas heads, leavin em for dead 

Cause shit is gettin drastic 

I had my gat, so I blasted 

Now you're wrapped in plastic 

And labelled with the toe tag 

I bet your bitch-ass won't be comin with no mo' drag 

(see ya) so you're best to run 

Cause i'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum 

Word 

What the fuck 

Geah 

The notorious, victorious viii hype thugsters 

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Comtpon all day 

We don't play 

(try to deal with it) 

[ chorus ] 

And we out