You Cant See Me Lyrics by Mc Eiht

You Cant 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 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

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