Geah   Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch   Ugh   Check it out   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      [ 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      [ 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   59      Comtpon all day   We don't play      (try to deal with it)      [ chorus ]      And we out