Lyrics Ball and Bun - 8Ball
[EightBall]
Check
1,
2
Check
1,
2 baby,
yeah,
uh
1,
2,
1,
2,
microphone
check,
2
Somebody
better
tells
these
mothaf**kers
how
we
wreck
fools
Disrespect
fools
Check
and
snap
necks
too
Chrushin'
duos
Sittin',
waitin'
on
the
next
2
Nigga,
me
and
Bun
got
the
extra
clips
and
bullet
proofs
Gone
off
illegal
shit,
bustin'
out
the
sunroofs
Scatterin',
niggaz
chatterin'
About
where
they
been
Where
they
from,
why
they
hate
me,
and
relate
me
with
Stereotipical,
down
South
country
shit
On
the
real,
we
on
the
hustlin'
makin'
money
shit
It's
EightBizall
makin'
nigga
feel
Memphis,
Tenn
Makin'
hip-hop,
funky
as
a
chit-a-lin
Bitter
men,
mad,
thinkin'
that
they
better
men
Knockin'
at
the
Suave
House
door,
but
we
won't
let
'em
in
Hoes
and
niggaz,
got
a
lot
of
shit
to
talk
about
Runnin'
your
mouth,
can
get
you
dead,
deep
down
South
Chorus:
[EightBall]
I
don't
know
where
ya
been,
And
I
don't
know
what
ya
seen
But
I
know
deep
down
South,
It's
all
about
the
green
[Bun]
Now,
I
don't
know
what
ya
seen,
And
I
don't
know
where
ya
been
But
I
know
deep
down
South,
ya
keep
your
G-U-N
[EightBall]
I
don't
know
what
you've
done,
And
I
don't
know
what
you
do
But
I
know
deep
down
South
Nigga,
it's
all
on
you
[Bun]
Now,
I
don't
know
what
you
do
An
I
know
what
you've
done
But
we
can't
tell
ya
'bout
nobody
else,
But
Ball
and
Bun
[Bun]
I
see
no
evil,
Say
no
evil,
Hear
no
evil,
Try
not
to
get
in
no
evils
Raised
up
on
Briz
and
Biz
Bo-wevils
Ain't
no
sequels
for
your
people
when
we
touch
down
South
gon'
put
that
crush
down
Nigga
lay
your
philly,
and
you'll
touch
down
Takin'
that
shit
so
much
clown
Don't
even
sound
real
no
mo'
Your
cap'll
get
peeled,
slo-mo
F**k
you
and
that
steel
.44
I'm
triz,
oh
hoe
Pay
your
dumbasses
no
nevermind
Flip
flows,
so
clever
shine
Like
diamond
grapes
on
leather
vines
Forever
I
regard
it
As
the
first
fool
that
started
Movin'
gassed
up
niggaz
till
they
farted
Hands,
black
hearted,
cold
Get
retarded
Like
slingblade,
it
bring
made
niggaz
I
played
niggaz
Still
wanna
see
a
thing
fade
niggaz
I
stay
niggaz
That
is
the
fight,
what
you
believe
Give
you
life
room
to
breathe
But
tonights
the
night
for
you
to
leave
As
soon
as
sleep
Ain't
got,
no
tricks
up,
Your
still
get
mixed
up
From
Southern
black
macks
That
stay
gettin'
they
dicked
sucked
Chorus
[EightBall]
Crooked
as
the
first
letter
in
the
word
South
Niggaz
who
be
'bout
gettin'
paid,
even
when
it's
a
drought
F**kin'
some
stout,
smokin'
out
At
my
nigga
house
98
live,
side
bet
and
gettin'
screwed
out
Screwed
up,
drinkin'
my
cup
Grippin'
my
nuts
Hoes
be
jockin',
but
eager
niggaz
get
setup
Wet
up,
f**ked
up,
what's
up?
Test
us,
guess
what?
True
but,
you
just,
messed
up
Deeper,
than
encyclopedia
Britanica
If
Ball
don't
do
it,
then
Bun-B
gonna
handle
ya
[Bun]
To
all
you
Betty
Crocker,
Cock
knockers
that
wanna
cook
a
cake
But
don't
know
what
it
took
to
make
that
bitch,
Take
a
look
you
fake
And
switch
your
recipe
Niggaz
always
takin'
tests
of
me
Pressin'
me,
just
to
see
the
stress
and
hate
Bring
the
best
of
me
Leave
your
mouth
open,
sesame
seed
I
seperate
from
stem
and
weed
Me,
I
go,
murder
Murder
them
in
deep
blood
clot
They
get
all
red
hot
from
lead
shots
And
what
not
Mine,
I
go
dead
after
red
dot
And
buckshot,
So
bitch
niggaz
get
the
f**k
out
Leave
suckas
stuck,
f**k
props
This
where
the
buck
stops
Chorus
[EightBall
Talking]
Yeah,
Euphoric
images
Psycadelic
gangsta
shit
This
is
f**kin'
groovy
man
I'll
be
back
3004
1 Put tha House on It
2 All 4 Nuthin'
3 Bounce Wit Me
4 Drama in My Life
5 My Homeboy's Girlfriend
6 Stompin' & Pimpin'
7 Backyard Mississippi
8 If I Die
9 The Artist Pays the Price
10 Get Money
11 Ghetto Luv
12 All on Me
13 360°
14 Let's Ride
15 Time
16 Coffee Shoppe
17 Pure Uncut
18 Down and Out
19 Put Your Hands Up
20 Ball and Bun
21 I Don't Wanna Die
22 My First Love
23 Get Bucked
24 This Is Dedicated
25 Been Done Some Shit
26 Scummie
27 What You Weigh Me
28 Incarcerated Minds
29 Baby Baby
30 Can't Stop
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