We Come Strapped

Intro: MC Eiht<br><br>Geyeah, we in the motherfuckin house<br>Eiht Hype in the motherfuckin house, geyeah<br>1/2 Oz in the motherfuckin house<br>My Niggaz on the Run in the motherfuckin house<br>Lil Hawk and Burn in the motherfuckin house, geyeah<br>And ain`t no love in the nine-fo` hoe<br><br>Verse One: MC Eiht<br><br>It makes me want to jack motherfuckers in the fog<br>Let them hood rat bitches know the true meaning of a dog<br>Makes me want to be a nigga, for hire<br>Let five-oh feel the motherfuckin, fi-yah<br>Hold my nuts and make my cash<br>Break this ten and a half off in your ass, uhh<br>Walkin with a strap and a bad ass rap<br>You get off first, before your enemy tries to peel your cap, uh-huh<br>And bitches can`t hang with the pack<br>Fools talkin smack, it makes me smack you right back<br>Niggaz got beef cuz Eiht Hype`s a mack<br>And since the age of thirteen, I`ve been packin<br>Fool I slang a gang of twenty bags<br>Thick stuff in my pocket makes my khakis sag<br>Always on the lookout for the, helicopter<br>Blast from the AK fill the fuckin copper<br>It`s do or die, motherfuckers die<br>Niggaz from the Compton streets so don`t even try, nigga<br>You get slugs from the stub for offendin me<br>Nuthin but the gangsta in me<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Nuthin but the gangsta, geyeah (3X)<br>Spice 1 come down<br><br>Verse Two: Spice 1<br><br>I am a G, yes I`m only a G<br>Walks like a G, talks like a G<br>So A to the motherfuckin K<br>It`s your one-eight-seven crew ass nigga from the Bay<br>Murder-be-pullin-my-gat-quick, to slap shit, pistol-whip they ass<br>I`ma do the blast, then Eiht you get cash in<br>Dash, the fuck out the cut<br>Fifty bullets up in the nuts, nigga that`s how we runnin up<br>I-pulls-my-hat-to-the-back-when-I-smile-but-a-motherfucker-peelin-his-cap<br>Picked-up-my-nine-millimeter-uzi-barrel-pump, handle plastic<br>Say killamatic,killamatic,killamatic,killaman with me glock<br>Piggedy pop motherfucker, watch em drop, motherfucker<br>Just a G, comin up out the Bay with a AK<br>Put it in your face to split your wig nigga, zag to zig nigga<br>Disrespect me I`ma bank ya<br>Cuz I`m nuthin but a motherfuckin East Bay Gangsta<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Nuthin but the gangsta (3x)<br>Ha ha, come on nigga<br><br>Verse Three: Redman<br><br>Check it out<br>Oh my God! I destroy cities like the Blob<br>Droppin trunks of funk and I blast a punk from here to Cape Cod<br>Fuck a job, my organization runs like the mob<br>The original Joe Pex Flex, Redman bitch you better ask somebod<br>Prepare to slam from here to Japan with jams<br>I`m from the Jersey section and I keep it real for ninety-four and<br>I can`t march on swap meets, y`all duck sects I dissects<br>But I pack a nine gat and the cops, still don`t know where mines at<br>black, huh!! I snatch the Beauty from the Beast<br>It`s that funk deceased nigga comin thru bitch so grab your hairpeace<br>I got the gangsta in me plus I`m not friendly<br>to a bitch-ass whose mouth runs more laps than the Indy<br>Now let me spice the track up, MC Eiht pass the bone so I can get lifted<br>And a head can get blown when Bronx pass the biscuit<br>I drop the funk and drop a body to show I`m serious<br>The gangsta means I`m live, rappin from New Jersey, period!!<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Nuthin but the gangsta (8X)<br><br>Verse Four: MC Eiht<br><br>Hit the weights everyday like Popeye the sailor<br>Bailin with my squashed up khakis and Chuck Taylors<br>Just touched down from San Quentin<br>Hand me that fresh ass Pendleton, uhh!<br>It`s nuthin but the gang, thing<br>Makes me hit the corner and slang<br>Board and quarter about a hundred times<br>Don`t be servin no dubs and dimes<br>But I do it, no hesitation