Geah
Ain't nothin but killers in this bitch
Ugh
Check it out

In the muthafuckin house
Nigga
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, nigga
Check it out

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
Err, as I hit you up
Not givin a fuck
Geah, I know you hate it
Gang affiliated
For niggas trippin, they wanna hang
Punk bitches talk shit, 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 bitches ain't feelin me
Bust caps every day, ain't no killin me
So you better run
Cause I'ma let my shit spit, dum-diddy-dum

[ CHORUS ]