MC Eiht

MC Eiht - Def Wish Iii lyrics

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Fool you can't fuck with the straight up menace  nigga
 It's time to pull your fucking card
 Bookworm  let me see you squirm cause you ain't that fucking hard
 Huh  you tried to put it to the test
 But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest  nigga
 Call me the night creeper  the Grim Reaper
 Like Boss is deeper  can't escape the street sweeper
 Uh  say hello to the motherfucking two
 And try to pimp like you're so damn cool
 Nigga, I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
 Save the drama for your mama cause Eiht flies lead
 Yeah, I catch that ass up on the flip side
 Eiht a loaded lit clip and Quik died
 I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
 I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
 Now throw your fucking hands in the air
 When Eiht is evil cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, nigga
 You on your ass like fast in a trap
 Me? I fuck your ass like a hoodrat bitch in heat
 Take two to your chin and punk I'm straight
 Like I said in the beginning don't fuck with Eiht

 Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x)

 I need two straps to complete the task
 Putting double up fucking wholes in your ass
 Think fast, cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
 You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
 Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
 Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
 Named David, they should call you Silly Billy
 Mark-ass nigga gets rolled like a philly
 And you don't want to see me
 DJ Quik in a khaki bikini
 You're schiesty, keniving, skinny like a clucker
 Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
 You can't handle these things when I slang
 Cheap like SWV you're too weak
 Put your shit up on a hanger
 Never could you fade a Compton banger
 Nigga, I'm the one that'll make you cancel all your shows
 Strictly for my niggas, so fuck them hoes
 No sing no dance, no dance no sing
 Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
 Def Wish 3, fool, I lay you to bed
 Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
 Just some more Eiht shit for that punk that I pop
 Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
 And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
 And it don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
 Uh, don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing

 Don't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x
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Author: Terry Allen (2)

Composer: ?

Publisher: Sony Music Entertainment Inc

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Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: We Come Strapped (1994)

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