Lyrics Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz) - MC Eiht
"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?"
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
I'mma
hit
you
up
with
the
T,
so
better
scoot
Out
the
sunroof
of
the
Coupe
as
I
shoot
And
ain't
no
crack,
little
cluck,
it's
just
bullets
that
I'm
slingin
Never-be-hangin,
one-street-bangin
We
don't
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
ain't
playin
Trey's
and
4's
and
houses
start
hittin
your
block
Mass
hysteria,
your
bitch-ass
gettin
scarier
Don't
wanna
catch
the
slug
But
you's
a
mark
tryin
to
be
a
Tree
Top
Thug
Can't
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,
I'mma
tap
that
ass
"Now
we
just
gon'
find
these
little
marks
and
smoke
'em
Shit
it
ain't
that
hard"
I'mma
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
y'all
hangin
Standin
in
the
center
lookin
like
y'all
was
bangin
(Ain't
nuthin
but
marks)
Approached
me
with
your
"P"
hat
But
I
was
high
off
the
blunt,
so
I
didn't
see
that
But
I'm
knowin
I'm
a
nigga
you
love
to
hate
But
you
grab
me
by
my
shoulder
and
you
conversate
I
shouldn't've
fell
for
it,
I
should've
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
can't
see
me
Servin
me
a
drink
in
your
khaki
bikini
Oh
geah,
just
like
I
said
before
Ain't
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
should've
just
told
me
that
you
was
a
mark
and
I
wouldn't've
hit
you
up
with
that
notorious
park
(You
know
where
we
from)
Can't
fade
it,
better
fear
it
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
Don't
make
me
have
to
act
up
Cause
you's
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-be's
Go
run
right
through
you
And
before
we
kill
off,
remember
the
'niew
did
it
to
you
Slick
talkin,
fast
walkin
Nigga,
how'd
you
figure
that
the
E
wasn't
gon'
stand
and
deliver?
You
ain't
worth
a
penny
Never
had
a
damn
eye,
dotted
so
many
Times,
two
times,
three
times
You
fall
to
the
floor,
you
don't
want
no
mo'
And
if
you
wanna
get
with
this
you
best
to
dash
Geah,
cause
I'mma
tap
that
ass
West
Side
Fool,
you
can't
fuck
with
the
gangsta
niggas
Uh
Ain't
nuthin
but
the
new
style,
you
know?
I
likes
that,
'the
new
style'
for
that
ass
9 to
the
fizive-0,
fool
You
can't
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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