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PERFORMING ARTISTS
MC Eiht
MC Eiht
Performer
CMW
CMW
Performer
Carla Evans
Carla Evans
Vocals
Willie Z
Willie Z
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Tyler
A. Tyler
Composer
T. K. Allen
T. K. Allen
Composer
MC Eiht
MC Eiht
Arranger
DJ Slip
DJ Slip
Arranger
William (Willie Z) Zimmerman
William (Willie Z) Zimmerman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MC Eiht
MC Eiht
Producer
DJ Slip
DJ Slip
Producer
Josh Achzinger
Josh Achzinger
Assistant Engineer
Alan Yoshisda
Alan Yoshisda
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You got it started, so let me finish, fool
You can't fuck with the straight up menace, ****
It's time to pull your fucking card
Bookworm, let me see you squirm 'cause you ain't that fucking hard
Huh, you tried to put it to the test
But ain't no way your bullet proof vest can protect that bird chest, ****
Call me the night creeper, the Grim Reaper
Like boss is deeper, can't escape the street sweeper
Uh, say hello to the motherfucking tool, fool
And try to pimp like you're so damn cool, ****
I fly heads, leave your whole family dead
Save the drama for your mama 'cause Eiht bucks lead, yeah
I catch that ass up on the flip side
Eiht unloaded a clip and Quik died
I'm giving you a chance to get your bail on
I'm taking my nine and putting it to your fucking dome
Now throw your fucking hands in the air
When Eiht is evil 'cause I got the damn Desert Eagle, ****
You on your ass like fast in a trap, me?
I fuck your ass like a hood-rat bitch in heat
Take two to your chin and punk, I'm straight
Like I said in the beginning, don't fuck with Eiht
[Verse 2]
Don't fuck with Eiht
Don't fuck with Eiht
Don't fuck with Eiht
[Verse 3]
I need two straps to complete the task
Putting double up fucking holes in your ass
Think fast, 'cause you ain't to quick to get dicked wit
You just another punk ass bitch talking bullshit
Uh, it's time to vamp, lick my nuts like a stamp
Before your ass breaks camp, you get fucked like a tramp
Named David, they should call you Silly Billy
Mark-ass **** gets rolled like a Philly
And you don't want to see me, DJ Quik in a khaki bikini
You're scheisty, conniving, skinny like a clucker
Must be smoking, you's a short motherfucker
You can't handle these things when I slang
Till you're cheap like SWV, you're too weak
Put your shit up on a hanger
Never could ya fade a Compton banger, ****
I'm the one who'll make you cancel all your shows
Strictly for my ****, so fuck them hoes
No sing, no dance, no dance, no sing
Just your bald-headed ass with your lips on my big fat thing
Def Wish III, fool, I lay you to bed
Nighty night, motherfucker, take two to the head
Just some more Eiht, shit, for that punk that I pop
Uh, and it just don't stop, uh, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop
Uh, don't fuck with Eiht, bitches, sing
[Verse 4]
Don't fuck with Eiht
(**** on the run)
Don't fuck with Eiht
(Lil' hawk and bird, word, yeah, uh)
Don't fuck with Eiht
(Come on, sing)
Don't fuck with Eiht
Written by: A. Tyler, T. K. Allen
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