We Come Strapped Lyrics - Mc Eiht

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 

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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 

Photos 

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