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• Shot Off - Eightball
• Show It Off - Beres Hammond
• Shot Off - 8Ball & MJG
• Sweet Iv - Snipe Drive
• Sweet F.A. - Love & Rockets

Come over here, babe
It ain't that bad
I don't claim to understand
The troubles that you've had
But the dogs you say they fed you to
Lay their muzzles in your lap
And the lions that they led you to
Lie down and take a nap
The ones you fear are wind and air
And I love you without measure
It seems we can be happy now
Be it better late than never
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me
The burdens that you carry now
Are not of your creation
So let's not weep for their evil deeds
But for their lack of imagination
Today's the time for courage, babe
Tomorrow can be for forgiving
And if he touches you again with his stupid hands
His life won't be worth living
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come
Sweetheart, come to me
Walk with me now under the stars
For it's a clear and easy pleasure
And be happy in my company
For I love you without measure
Walk with me now under the stars
It's a safe and easy pleasure
It seems we can be happy now
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never
It's late but it ain't never

I'm so glad baby, so glad dahdah,
Oh I pay you some mind.
Glad, I didn't turn you down,
I watched you all these years,
Holding your head up high,
Just wanting to be someone.
And all the fellows around,
They didn't pay you no mind,
Why did they not look twice,
They must have been blind.
But I could tell from the start,
You had love in your heart,
And you want it so much,
To let it go.
You needed the chance,
To show a little romance,
Now the table has turned,
They're running you down, baby.
Show it off,
show them what you've got now honey.
Throw it off,
Burn them cause your hot no baby.
Let it off,
Let them feel the heat now honey.
Show it off,
You got them at your feet now baby.
Ooh, it makes me feel so good.
I remember standing on the corner,
With the brothers hanging out,
And they'd stare at every woman,
But never at you.
But I've always admired,
And had a silent crush on you,
But how could I tell the brothers,
They'd laugh and say it's not true.
And they called you names,
I'm ashamed to repeat,
And even say you're walking in your sleep, nahnah.
Then you disappeared,
And came back last year,
Now the same guys are saying,
Ooh, what a heat, baby.
Show it off,
show them what you've got now honey
Throw it off,
Burn them cause your hot no baby.
Let it off,
Let them feel the heat now honey,
Show it off,
You've got them at your feet now baby.
Show it off,
And make me feel so good,
Whoo now now now.
Didn't think you could do it,
How could you look so well,
The expressions on their faces,
Are here too, you can tell.
Now they're acting so friendly,
Everyone wants to be near,
It's either they don't remember,
Or they just don't care.
They used to call you names,
I'm ashamed to repeat,
And even say you're walking in your sleep.
Then you disappeared,
And came back last year,
Now the same guys are saying,
Ooh, what a heat, baby.
Show it off,
Show them what you've got now honey,
Throw it off,
Burn them cause your hot no baby,
Let it off,
Let them feel the heat now honey,

[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeeah
[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of nigga always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know
Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business
You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, "we keeps it real" mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no coke connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real niggaz know the deal
We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features
Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all niggaz in them bleachers
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off nigga
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga
If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga
[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off
You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No fucking bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off
And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off
Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss
M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, fucking yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off
And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, "Don't Be Afraid" bitch, call the cops off
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, BITCH, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques
Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, "once again, Ludacris SHIT it"
Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "gangsta, gangsta!" shooters and shanksters
Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a "thank ya, thank ya!"
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44
You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon
[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]

For a moment I'm exhausted
Automatical just like always
I press my eyes, locate myself
See the dots, my delicate side is on
Slow countdown
4, 3, 0 What? Now!
Yeah, yeah
Ask me to stay, tell me to go
With a megaphone just like always
In the afternoon I am a fool
Late at night a thin skinned shy boy
No one hears my voice
4, 3, D, 1 Now!
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Distinctive memory
The one I'll always see
Watching how each fall becomes a milestone
Come over infect me
You're my sweet iv
Need an opposite of you, you
Have you ever felt like a missing kid
At a party or a breakfast table?
You're in a song that no one ever wrote
You're all alone
And you're ought to be a distinctive memory
The kind leaving scars to everyone you love
Come over infect me
You're my sweet iv
Need an opposite of you
Distinctive memory
The one I'll always see
Falls become milestones
Come over infect me
You're my sweet iv
Need an opposite of you
For you alone
For you alone
Need an opposite of you
For you alone
For you alone

I was rolling down the window of my car
And I was thinking where the game had got me so far
Doesn't matter where you're going or where you're coming from
Or is your life just like a grain of sand?
Fuck all else
Well I was rolling down the highway of my dreams
And I was wondering about highward sunsets and the silver screen
Doesn't matter where you're going or where you're coming from
Or is your life just like a grain of sand?
Fuck all else
Doesn't matter where we're going or where we're coming from
Or isn't life just like a grain of sand?
Fuck all else
Rolling down the highway in a dream
I was rolling down the highway in a dream
Just rolling down the highway in a dream
Just rolling...