Def Wish IV (Tap That Azz)

[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Oh nigga, guess what
Word got back about them little marks who jacked you
I know where they be kickin' it at!
Down with a 187?"

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Eeerrr
Geah
In the muthafuckin house, fool (Geah)
For the 9 to the Fizive-O (Uh)
The Eihthype thugs in the muthafuckin house (Wessstside)
Geah (Ah)
And like my nigga E-40 say: (Wessstside)
We got a colosseum of mothafuckas in here
The Eihthype thugs, CMW, N.O.T.R, Lil Hawk & Bird, Da Foe (Wessstside)

[Verse 1: MC Eiht]
I'mma hit you up with the T, so better scoot (Uh)
Up out the sunroof of the Coupe as I shoot (Tss)
And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slangin'
Never-be-hangin', one-street-bangin' (Bangin?)
We don't be playin, fools runnin' at the fuckin lip (Runnin')
Runnin', start runnin', you best not trip (Don't fall)
Fast for the head (pop pop)
Explodin' when the 9 mill starts unloadin' (Geah)
You better be watchin what you sayin'
'Cause niggas from 159th ain't playin' (Right)
Trey's and 4's and houses start hittin' your block
Mass hysteria, your bitch-ass gettin' scarier (Geah)
Don't wanna catch the slug (Uh)
But you's a mark tryin to be a Tree Top Thug (Tree Top Thug)
Can't get no respect, well punk, then try this:
Report your homies for domestic violence (911)
For beatin' your bitch ass up and down the block (Uh)
Dash, David Gash, I'mma tap that ass

[O Dawg from Menace II Society]
"Now we just gon' find these little marks and smoke 'em
Shit it ain't that hard"

[Break: MC Eiht]
C'mon, geah
I'mma tap dat ass
My nigga Prod Banks in the mothafuckin' house
Geah

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I'ma tell you 'bout the time that we first met (Uh)
The story that you told was some fake bullshit,
Uh, It was me and Chill, my pal (What's up, Chill?)
The scene was like a 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)
Approach me with your "P" hat (P Hat)
But I was high off the blunt, so I didn't see that (See that)
But I'm knowin' I'm a nigga you love to hate (That's right)
But you grab me by my shoulder and you conversate (Get off)
I shouldn't of fell for it, I should've started slappin' (*Smack*)
Your eyes always dotted, you best stick to rappin' (*Smack*)
David Blake, you fake as fuck!
I mack your ass like a mothafuckin' truck (Wessstside)
I guess that eye was too black, 'cause you still can't see me
Servin' me a drink in your khaki bikini (I'll take two)
Oh, geah, just like I said before (Uh)
Ain't nothin' but the hoe 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 slammin' the pole
Nigga should've just told me that you was a mark and
I wouldn't of hit you up with that notorious park
(You know where we from)
Can't face it, better fear it (Fear it)
Got one of your little B.G.'s to write your fuckin' lyrics
Playin' around with the hood, you get got
Nickname should be Spot for that eye you got (Yeah)
You and that fake mothafucka who wrote your rap (Punk)
My nigga Boom Bam gon' slap with the trey-five strap
No mothafuckin' truce (Geah)
Get ya ass cracked over the dome with the fuckin' deuce-deuce
Don't make me have to act up
Cause you's a frail mothafucka with no back up (Geah)
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 wannabe's (Geah)
Go run right through you (Uh)
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 (Geah)
Never had a damn eye dotted so many
Times, two times, three times
You far to the flow, you don't want no mo' (Geah)
And if you wanna get with this, you best to dash (Right)
Geah, cause I'mma tap that ass

[Outro: MC Eiht]
Wessstside
Oh, uh, geah, c'mon, uh (Wessstside)
Fool, you can't fuck with the gangsta niggas
Uh, ain't nothin' but the new style (Wessstside)
You know, I likes that, 'the new style' for that ass
9 to the fizive-0, fool (Wessstside)
You can't fuck with these killas
So stay the fuck back
And rounds up your little homies and shit (Wessstside)
Cause we comes a 159 deep nigga
True Blue from the streets (Wessstside)
Wessyyyde, geahh