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Eightball - Ball And Bun

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[EightBall]
Check 1, 2
Check 1, 2 baby, yeah, uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
somebody better tells these mothafuckers 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
Fuck 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
Fuckin` 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, fucked 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 fuck out
Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
This where the buck stops

Chorus

[EightBall Talking]
Yeah, Euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin` groovy man
I`ll be back
3004

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