Collect My Stripez Lyrics - Singles - Mc Eiht

[eiht] 

(don't fuck around...) 

Geah 

In the mutherfuckin house 

To the 9 to the 6 

Compton in this bitch, uh 

And we in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy 

This goin' out to all the hub city players baby 

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Gang way cause I'm nuthin but a killer 

A nigga that kill, that's real 

Eiht gon' steal to your 

Mutherfuckin jaw 

Fuck the southpaw 

We go knuckle to knuckle, i'ma watch your ass buckle (geah) 

It seems that you talk much trash but i'ma be like rockets 

Hard to dump on that ass (pop pop pop) 

Niggas lookin' faulty, you done fucked yourself this time 

With the notorious 1-59 

You goin be feelin kinda nervous when we pass you 

Your ride full of holes when we blast you 

Got no muthafuckin stripes at all 

Go toe to toe with the m.a. and they gon' fall sucker 

Better duck ah, i'ma buck ya 

Serve you like a clucker, punk muthafucka 

You can't hang with the greatest heavy weights 

Niggas on the run, lil hawk & bird, da foe and eiht 

So fool get your flip on, you're trip on 

Better skip on 

Before I get my clip on 

Geah, bitch, right 

And I'm just tryin' to collect my stripes 

Photos 

(don't fuck around...) 

Nigga 

Eihthype in the house nigga 

Young prod in the house nigga 

Westside in the house 

[young prod] 

A east side ridah 

Gots to put it down for the goods 

I'm slangin' 

G'd up, throwin up the hood (gangsta) 

The homies got problems 

Swerve in an all gold trey, dumpin' (geah) 

Leanin' out the window deuce-five, bust 

Givin a fuck like ike turner 

Corner, one times at the light 

In motion 

With my big homie on d's (c'mon) 

Since it's all about the hood 

I'm jumpin out with the heat, peep 

Hit that block and stop, I'm in traffic 

Breakin with the deuce-five strap 

Call me a classic 

A b.g. bustin caps for stripes 

But now it's drastic 

I wish I had a plastic glock 

And now we blastin 

Muthafucka brains and thangs 

Cause I'm a bastard 

It ain't nuthin but killin 

When you dealin with the evil side 

Caps get peeled 

And it's still to the g 

That's how it is 

Collectin' stripes 

[eiht] 

(don't fuck around...) 

Eihthype big baby, geah... 

And ain't nuthin but the killers in here 

Like I said once again my friend 

Niggas in this muthafucka lookin' too greedy 

Geah, watts up rat big baby 

We in the muthafuckin house, geah 

Punk mutherfuckers wanna act up 

How can you speak when you got no fuckin back up? 

I guess we got bitch niggas in the c.p.t. 

Tryin to represent but ain't worth nine cent 

Niggas need to get cut down to size 

Puttin permanent marks under they mutherfuckin eyes 

To be or not to be killed is the question 

When I lay slugs in they muthafuckin chest and 

You lookin silly - billy 

Don't hit that high note 

As I slit your throat 

Can't stand it, goddamnit! 

I'ma ram it 

Any time, any place like janet 

I'ma serve you like flow and mel's diner 

Then break your fragile-ass like some china 

Knick knack paddy wack, give a dog a bone 

Scaredy cats need to get that ass on 

We rolls heads like bowling balls 

Serve your block with the glock like house calls (geah) 

So don't be fuckin with the crew when I'm buzzed 

Geah, right and I'm just tryin to collect my stripes 

Nigga, uh 

Eihthype in the muthafuckin house 

Like I said once again my friend 

It ain't over till the fat bitch spit 

And she ain't spittin shit 

Cause we ain't spittin' shit but the nina 

To the mutherfuckin six, y'know I'm sayin? 

Fuck all you fake-ass fools out there 

Cause we ain't nuthin but the true blue gangstas 

From the hub city y'know I'm sayin? 

West side hoo-ride all day 

Nigga and we don't play 

Eihthype in the muthafuckin house, erb