You Can't See Me Lyrics - Mc Eiht

Uh... geah... uh... 

Niggas can't fuck with this... It ain't nuthin but the Eihthype click... 

Geah... uh... c'mon 

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 niggas 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 muthafuccin hollows till i hit you 

Fuccin with my mind 

The wrong kind 

Evil as fuck 

The Glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck 

Duck 

Your head 

Instead 

The scene that is left is your mutherfuckin death 

My Glock goes up 

To fools wanna be me 

But them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me (c'mon uh geah) 

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To be or not to be 

Killed 

When you're fuckin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah) 

Specialize in the murder 

Rappin 

Original Baby fuckin Gangsta streiht ass tappin 

I got that ass 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 killin niggas 

Be spittin up the K and don't be fuccin around 

I seen two niggas 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 killin niggas doin drive bys 

Lighten up yo' whole fuckin yard like fire flies 

Little Hawk'n Bird got my back G (that's rite) 

The Glock goes up to them punk ass niggas don't wanna see me 

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THA CHILL: 

Now i remember back when we use to hit lil licks 

Ever since thirteen i've been hittin the mean Joe Green 

Big strap in my bacc pocket 

Just in case a nigga wanted to act a fool i unlock it 

Cock it 

Peel his cap back 

Run nigga 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 nigga 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 butt 

Stepped on the porch gave my nigga some dap 

Hatin at the c-o-p's 

Tryin to see these