paroles de chanson Def Wish - Compton's Most Wanted
Yeah,
the
MC
Eiht′s
in
the
motherfuckin'
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
Suckers,
I
go
for
broke
so
don′t
choke
on
the
smoke
'Cause
if
I
hit
the
chronic,
Eiht
starts
the
rap
bionic
You
can′t
shoot
the
gift
like
it
should
be
shot
Gots
no
hearts,
punk
ass
marks,
don't
start,
you′ll
get
got
And
at
the
end
of
the
trail
is
what's
left
Is
a
sucker
motherfucker
who
done
simped
to
death
So
if
ya
got
static,
go
and
gather
up
your
army
You′ll
be
a
short
ass
punk
trying
to
harm
me
I
bet
you
sorry
MC's
never
seen
this
A
sucker
punk
hung
up
by
his
penis
So
watch
out
for
a
sucker
on
the
gank
'Cause
while
Compton′s
lynchin′,
I'm
takin′
money
to
the
bank
And
it's
the
MC
Eiht
on
your
shit
list
Commence
to
killin′
you
off,
you
got's
your
def
wish
I′ll
make
you
famous,
now
when
I
go
for
my
gun
You
start
shooting,
then
you
are
dead
Phase
two,
it's
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′ll
blast
your
ass,
check
So
if
your
bitin'
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
Bitin'
me
Quik
will
mean
you
get
the
duck
sick
quick
Not
a
funny
man,
but
still
I
gives
surprises
Lyrics
are
deadly
plagues,
the
death
toll
rises
So
now
your
shit
outta
luck
with
your
rhyme
scheme
And
now
I
hunt
your
punk
ass
in
your
bad
dreams
Another
victory
on
my
list,
one
more
punk
ass
fool
with
a
def
wish
Right
on
time
I′ll
make
you
famous,
now
when
I
go
for
my
gun
You
start
shooting,
then
you
are
dead
Now
say
your
prayers,
because
it's
difficult
to
get
with
this
I′ll
haunt
your
studio,
become
your
ghost
lyricist
No
mistakes
I
make,
so
don't
fake
You′s
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
talkin′
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
davey
Crocket,
I′ll
grab
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
Yeah,
you
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
MC
Eiht
steppin′
to
the
motherfuckin′
91
My
DJ
mike
T's
in
the
motherfuckin′
house
Down
with
the
DJ
Bolo,
and
Unknown,
yeah
Right
on
time,
I'll
make
you
famous,
then
you
are
dead
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