Geah. The MC Eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin?
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The Compton maniac,
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here to break your ass something off real proper, y'knowutumsayin?
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Damn!
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Suckers, I go for broke so dont choke on the smoke.
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Cause if I hit the chronic, Eiht starts the rap bionic.
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So enough with that punk shit.
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With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift
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like it should be shot.
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Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got.
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And at the end of the trail is whats left.
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Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.
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So if ya got static go and gather up your army.
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you'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.
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I bet you sorry MC's never seen this.
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A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
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So watch out for a sucker on the gank
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cause while Compton's Lynchin, I'm taking money to the bank.
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And its the MC Eiht on your shit list.
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Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish.
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[I'll make you famous...]
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[Now when I go for my gun...you can start shooting]
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Phase 2, Its the brother who be taxing.
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Running over punks like my brother Bo Jackson.
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As your card's on freeze frame your chicken.
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It's the Eiht double M and I'll keep sticking.
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All that pay back shit is in effect.
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Cause I'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check.
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So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay.
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As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay.
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So give up to the Compton psycho,
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Biting me Quik will mean you get the duck sick quick.
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Not a funny man, but still I gives surprises.
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Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises.
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So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.
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And now I hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.
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Another victory on my list.
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One more punk ass fool with a def wish.
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Chorus
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Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this.
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I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist.
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No mistakes I make, so don't fake.
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Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake.
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Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro.
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On the stage I'm in a rage with a gangsta show.
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The Capital E, The Capital I, the Capital H,
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The Capital T, down MC.
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Mike T is the partner down with me.
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Suckers got static, here goes the G-A-T.
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So take a step up and play for the rhythm.
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>From Compton boy, and this is what I give em.
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A blast from the gat just for talking that junk.
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Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk.
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I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways.
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And don't be no hero like in the western days.
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At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me.
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Grab your davey Crocket, I'll grab my gangsta Uzi.
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And after all that, you'll still be R.I.P.
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If you fuck with me...Fool theres your def wish.
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Geah, y'knowutumsayin? MC Eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91
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My DJ mike T's in the mutherfuckin house.
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Down with the DJ Bolo, and Unknown. Geeeaaah.
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Def Wish
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| Compton's Most Wanted |
