You Can't See Me (feat. Compton's Most Wanted)

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype, nothing but the Eiht hype click

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype, nothing but the Eiht hype click

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the uh, come on

Step in the arena

In 96

I'm kinda mean of

Felony case catcher

No misdemeanour

Mentality of a psychopath

When I catch you dipping, slipping through this bloodbath

The 9 **** ain't no joke

So you gone bear witness, get this

Like the fucking gun smoke

It don't matter 'cause I got you suspended

Fuck up your whole program, your life ended

The Tech 9 splitter, I'ma get you

Unload these motherfucking hollows till I hit you

Fucking 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 motherfucking death

My Glock goes up to fools wanna be me

But them punk ass **** don't wanna see me (Come on, uh, yeah)

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the (Eiht hype, Eiht hype)

Boy, you can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype

To be or not to be killed

When you're fucking with the Eiht, bam and chill

Specialized in the murder, rapping

Original Baby fucking gangster, straight ass tapping

I got that ass on cue

You be dazed and confused tryna figure out

What we fix to do (What the fuck?)

You best hit the ground

These killer **** be splitting up the K and don't be fucking around

I seen two **** fall

But wait, Eiht got slugs for all of y'all

Boom, bam picks the slack up

For fools that's tryna let off, Chills gots the Mac up

Them killer **** doing drive-bys

Lighten up your whole fucking yard like fireflies

Little Hawk'n Bird got my back, G (That's right)

The Glock goes up to them punk ass **** don't wanna see me

Boy, you can't fuck with this

Boy, you can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype click

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype click

**** can't fuck with this

It ain't nothing but the Eiht hype

Now I remember back when we use to hit lil' licks

Ever since thirteen I've been hitting the mean Joe Green

Big strap in my back pocket

Just in case a **** wanted to act a fool, I unlock it, cock it

Peel his cap back

Run ****, you bust a run, jog to the clock

Bucking on my way, tossed the gun

And now I'm rolling like ain't nothing went on

But I'm knowing I did that dirt, so I'm knowing I can't go home

Shit, just a little trip

Puffing on a little indo

Lay low, serving the cluckers and clocking a couple of C-notes

Park around the corner from the spot uh

L'Cause **** we slanging rocks and the spot it got hot

So I bails up the block with that gangster strut

Remember the po-po hot with my Cavi in my butt

Stepped on the porch gave my **** some dap

Hating at the C-O-P's tryna see these