Def Wish

Lyrics

[Intro: MC Eiht] Geah The MC Eihts in the mothafuckin' house, you know what I'm sayin'? The Compton maniac here to break your ass something off real proper, you know what I'm sayin'? Damn! [Verse 1: MC Eiht] Suckas, I go for broke, so don't choke on the smoke 'Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts to rap bionic So enough with that punk shit With your fucked up lyrics, you can't shoot the gift Like ya should be shot Gots no parts, punk ass marks, don't start, you'll get got And at the end of the trail is what's left Is a sucka mothafucka who done simped to death So if ya got static, go and gather up your army You'll be a short ass punk tryna harm me I bet you sorry MC's never seen this A sucka punk hung up by his penis So watch out for a sucka on the gank Cause while Compton's Lynchin, I'm taking money to the bank And its the MC Eiht on your shit list Commence to killing you off You gots your Def Wish [Chorus] I'll make you famous... Now when I go for my gun, start shooting And you are dead... (gun shots) [Verse 2: MC Eiht] Phase 2, Its the brother who be taxin' Runnin' over punks like my brother Bo Jackson As your card's on freeze, frame your chicken It's the Eiht, double M, and I'll keep stickin' All that pay back shit is in effect 'Cause I'm the type a brother who will blast your ass, check So if you're biting my lyrics, then fool, you'll pay As you commence to say 'em, you'll get tooth decay So give up to the Compton psycho Biting me quick, will mean you get the duck sick quick Not a funny man, but still, I gives surprises Lyrics of deadly plagues, the death toll rises So now you're shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme And now, I'll hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams Another victory on my list One more punk ass fool with a Def Wish [Chorus] (Gun shots) Y'all done lost me a nigga, but at least I shot me a nigga Right on time I'll make you famous Now when I go for my gun, start shooting And I promise you, you will not make it And you are dead (gun shots) [Verse 3: MC Eiht] Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist No mistakes I make, so don't fake Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake Don't try to bargain with the maniac maestro On the stage, I'm in a rage with a gangsta show The Capital E, The Capital I, the Capital H The Capital T, down MC Mike T is the partner down with me Suckers got static, here goes the G-A-T So take a step up, and play for the rhythm From Compton boy, and this is what I give 'em A blast from the gat, just for talking that junk Feel like handlin' the business might smoke the punk I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways And don't be no hero like in the western days At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me Grab your Davy Crockett, I got my gangsta uzi And after all that, you'll still be R.I.P if you fuck with me Fool, there's your Def Wish [Outro: MC Eiht] Geah! You know what I'm sayin'? MC Eiht stepping to the mothafuckin' '91 My DJ Mike T's in the mothafuckin' house Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown Geah! [Chorus] Right on time I'll make you famous And you are dead (Gun shots)