Boom Bam - Set Trippin' lyrics

Geah Ain't nothin but k**ers in this b**h Ugh Check it out In the muthaf**in house n***a 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, n***a Check it out [ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Err, as I hit you up Not givin a f** Geah, I know you hate it Gang affiliated For n***as trippin, they wanna hang Punk b**hes talk sh**, 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 b**hes ain't feelin me Bust caps every day, ain't no k**in me So you better run Cause I'mma let my sh** spit, dum-diddy-dum [ Hook ] Set trippin Them n***as 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 f** 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-a** strings You gets my point, khakis saggin Cause of the gat full of f**in hollow points (Watch out now) That a** gon' get shot up bad (That's right) That a** 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 muthaf**in damn game Catch my gang affiliation And you gon' get hit, sent on a long vacation Fool, so you better run Cause I'mma let my sh** spit, dum-diddy-dum [ Hook ] n***a MC Eiht in the house Take 2 to your mouth Boom Bam in the house Take 2 to your mouth n***a [ VERSE 3: Boom Bam ] It's just a handfull of n***as can hang with me I'm a clean example how this n***a became a gee At the age of 15 I got tatted up That's when my punk-a** enemies got gatted up With the 9mm hittin, spittin in the darkness So pa** 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 n***as that don't believe, I gots to show em That I don't trust a muthaf**a far as I can throw him VIII Hype Thugs, and we love pumpin em slugs Up in muthaf**as heads, leavin em for dead Cause sh** 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 b**h-a** won't be comin with no mo' drag (See ya) So you're best to run Cause I'mma let my sh** spit, dum-diddy-dum Word What the f** Geah The notorious, victorious VIII Hype Thugsters 59 Comtpon all day We don't play (Try to deal with it) [ Hook ] And we out