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

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