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We Come Strapped

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Hip-Hop/Rap

We Come Strapped was released on July 19, 1994 by Epic Street as a part of the album We Come Strapped (feat. C.M.W.)

Song Details

AlbumWe Come Strapped (feat. C.M.W.)

Release DateJuly 19, 1994

LabelEpic Street

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

MC Eiht

Performer

CMW

Performer

Willie Z

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

A. Tyler

Composer, Lyrics

T. K. Allen

Composer, Lyrics

MC Eiht

Arranger

DJ Slip

Arranger

William (Willie Z) Zimmerman

William (Willie Z) Zimmerman

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

MC Eiht

Producer, Executive Producer

DJ Slip

Producer, Engineer

Josh Achzinger

Assistant Engineer

Alan Yoshisda

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Run, motherfuckers, run

I got the motherfucking gun and I'm ready to blast on your mark ass

We shoot first then take names later

No one can fade a crooked ass scheming alligator

No one can stop us 'cause we quick to catch the fever of the flavor

Punk fool, nothing can save ya

You crossed the line, boy, you slipped

Nothing to lose, shooting at your friend as I'm popping in another clip

You try to scream but it don't do no good

Too many killing **** from my hood, fool uh

Too many drive-bys, no one can point or pull the trigger

Too many motherfucking loc'ed ass young ****

We bail deep and it's an everyday thing, them fifths

We slang a game of motherfucking Compton gang

I gots to peel your fucking cap, ****

We come strapped

[Verse 2]

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

[Verse 3]

One more hit on your hood, motherfucker, ain't no bullshit

Better scatter that ass over the fence before the nine start spitting

And gather up your fucking kids

One-eight-sevens for my homies who got stuck with lifetime bids

I'll cap that ass up in the car

When you're rolling the streets the gats get blasted by NOTR

Don't try to hang with the fire power, it's a slaughter

We bust caps on, you're awake at the funeral parlor

You get the short end of the stick

Rolling with a click and the way we role, motherfucker, it's thick

And my brain is saying kill so, ****, you're stuck

I like the sound of the K when it start to buck

Ain't no damn playing, ain't no rhyme saying

One more point for the hood when my gat start spraying

We gots to peel your fucking cap, yeah

We come strapped

[Verse 4]

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

[Verse 5]

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

[Verse 6]

Night time hits the fucking streets

Loading up the clips and we ready to kill rolling the gangster beats

One time try to run a make on my plates

Routine jack but jack is too fucking late

Put the strap up in my lap

Hoping these motherfuckers don't trip, Slip, pass me the extra clip

I hit the motherfucking volume up on the dash

So no tattle tale, can hear the motherfucking blast

I give him one to the dome

As the cop start to drop I'm saying to myself, damn it's on

I guess the blunt made me do it

Knew the other times would be coming

So I grabbed the strap and threw it

Hit the corner fast, hit the fucking gas

Be on the lookout 'cause they coming to tap my ass

We gots to peel they fucking cap

That's the way we get 'em, motherfucker

'Cause you know we come strapped

[Verse 7]

Yeah, ****, in the motherfucking house

Eiht hype in the motherfucking house, ****

So stay the fuck back

**** on the run in the motherfucking house

Lil' Hawk and Bird in the motherfucking house

[Verse 8]

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

And the cap goes brah, brah, yeah

[Verse 9]

Stick 'em

Yeah, we in the motherfucking house

****

Stay the fuck down, clown

'Cause ain't no love, ho

In the '94

Eiht hype, half ounce in this bitch

CMW in this bitch, yeah

Written by: A. Tyler, T. K. Allen

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