Mc Eiht You Can't see me Lyrics:
Uh... geah... uh...
Niggaz can't fuck with
this... It ain't nuthin but
the Eihthype click...
Geah... uh... c'mon

EIHT:

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'ma 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)

Chorus...

EIHT:

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
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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

Chorus...

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
Lyrics: You Can't see me, Mc Eiht [end]