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Def Wish III (Intro) FEATURING CMW

You got it started, so let me finish

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 EihtDon'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, singDon't fuck with Eiht (Repeat 4x)

Songwriters

TYLER, AARON B. / MANUEL, ANDRE P. / ALLEN, TERRY KEITHPublished by

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