You Can't See Me (Featuring Tha Chill of N.O.T.R.)

歌詞

Uh... geah... uh... Niggaz can't f**k 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 'cause 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 f**k the glock goes buck... buck... buck... buck duck your head instead the scene that is left is your mutherf**kin 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 f**kin with the Eiht, Bam and Chill (geah) specialize in the murder rappin Original Baby f**kin 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 f**kin 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 'cause 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