MC Eiht (CMW) - We Come Strapped Lyrics

Geah

We in the muthaf*ckin house

Eihthype in the muthaf*ckin house

C.M.W. back in this muthaf*cka

Geah, the Most Wanted muthaf*ckas in Compton, y'know I'm sayin?

And can't nobody can compare

So niggas beware cause Eihthype's runnin' this bitch

Geah



Run muthaf*ckas run

I got the muthaf*ckin 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 muthaf*ckin loc'ed ass young niggas

We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's

We slang a game of mutherf*ckin Compton gang

I gots to peel your f*ckin cap, nigga

We come strapped



One more hit on your hood muthaf*cka ain't no bullshittin'

Better scatter that ass over the fence before the 9 start spittin

And gather up your f*ckin 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, muthaf*cka 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 f*ckin cap, geah

We come strapped



Night time hits the f*ckin 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 f*ckin late

Put the strap up in my lap

Hopin these muthaf*ckas don't trip, Slip pass me the extra clip

I hit the mutherf*ckin volume up on the dash

So no tittle-tattle can hear the muthaf*ckin 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 f*ckin gas

Be on the lookout cause they coming to tap my ass

We gots to peel they f*ckin cap

That's the way we get'em muthaf*cka cause you know

We come strapped



Geah

Nigga

In the muthaf*ckin house

Eihthype in the muthaf*ckin house nigga

So stay the f*ck back

Niggas On The Run in the muthaf*ckin house

Lil' Hawk & Bird in the muthaf*ckin house



Stick'em

Geah, we in the muthaf*ckin house

Nigga

Stay the f*ck down clown

Cause ain't no love ho

In the 94

Eihthype, Half Ounce in this bitch

C.M.W. in this bitch

Geah