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Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)


Mc Chris Lyrics

 

Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz) by Mc Chris


[o dawg from menace ii society]
"oh nigga guess what!
Word got back about the little marks who jacked you!
I know where they be kickin it at
Down with a 187? "
[eiht]
Eeerrr...
Geah
Geah
In the muthafuckin house, fool
For the 9 to the fizive-o
The eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house
Geah
And like my nigga e-40 say:
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here
Tha eihthype thugs
C.m.w.
N.o.t.r.
Lil hawk & bird
Da foe
Ima hit you up with the t, so better scoot
Out the sunroof of the coupe as I shoot
And aint no crack, little cluck, its just bullets that Im slingin
Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin
We dont be playin, fools runnin at the fuckin lip
Runnin, start runnin, you best not trip
Fast from the hip (pop pop) explodin
When the 9 mill starts unloadin
You better be watchin what you sayin
Cause niggas from 159th aint playin
Treys and 4s and houses start hittin your block
Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin scarier
Dont wanna catch the slug
But yous a mark tryin to be a tree top thug
Cant get no respect, well punk, then try this
Report your homies for domestic violence
For beatin your bitch ass up and down the block
Dash, david gash, ima tap that ass
[o dawg from menace ii society]
"now we just gon find these little marks and smoke em
Shit it aint that hard"
[eiht]
Ima tell you bout the time that we first met
The story that you told was some fake bullshit
It was me and chill my pal
The scene was like the showdown at the o.k. coral
It was you and then about five of yall hangin
Standin in the center lookin like yall was bangin
(aint nuthin but marks)
Approached me with your "p" hat
But I was high off the blunt, so I didnt see that
But Im knowin Im a nigga you love to hate
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate
I shouldntve fell for it, I shouldve started slappin
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin
David blake: you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass like a muthafuckin truck
I guess that eye was too black cause you still cant see me
Servin me a drink in your khaki bikini
Oh geah, just like I said before
Aint nuthin but the ho on my dick
Little trick named quik
Geah, quick to get fucked one time
You better be callin one-time before I pull out my nine
And nigga, checks this
Fill your lexus full of holes as you slam into poles
Niggas shouldve just told me that you was a mark and
I wouldntve hit you up with that notorious park
(you know where we from)
Cant fade it, better fear it
Got one of your little b.g.s to write your fuckin lyrics
Playin around with the hood you get got
Nick name should be spot for that eye you got
You and that fake muthafucka who wrote your rap
My nigga boom bam gon slap with the trey-five strap
No muthafuckin truce
Get the ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin deuce-deuce
Dont make me have to act up
Cause yous a frail muthafucka with no back up
Original bangin on wax, nigga, you fake
member one-time gaffled, nationwide blue tape
Original compton representin to the t
Givin out slugs to you fake wanna-bes
Go run right through you
And before we kill off, remember the niew did it to you
Slick talkin, fast walkin
Nigga, howd you figure that the e wasnt gon stand and deliver?
You aint worth a penny
Never had a damn eye, dotted so many
Times, two times, three times
You fall to the floor, you dont want no mo
And if you wanna get with this you best to dash
Geah, cause ima tap that ass
West side
Fool, you cant fuck with the gangsta niggas
Uh
Aint nuthin but the new style, you know?
I likes that, the new style for that ass
9 to the fizive-0, fool
You cant fuck with these killas
So stay the fuck back
And rounds up your little homies and shit
Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga
True blue from the streets
Wessyyyde



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