• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Don't Make - Eightball
• Forever - Eightball
• Ball And Bun - Eightball
• Bounce Wit Me - Eightball
• 360 Degrees - Eightball
• All 4 Nuthin' - Eightball
• Like Dat - Eightball
• You Don't Want Drama - Eightball
• Look at the Grillz - Eightball
• Shot Off - Eightball
• Live This - Eightball
• Eightball - Impossibles
• All On Me - Eightball
• Can't Stop - Eightball
• Daddy (feat. Mjg) - Eightball
• Do You Really (f- Mjg) - Eightball
• Don't 4get (f- Dorasel & Thorough) - Eightball
• Drama In My Life (feat. Psycho Drama) - Eightball
• Nobody But Me - Eightball
• Throw Your Hands Up - Eightball
• We Started This - Eightball
• Baby Girl - Eightball
• Get It Crunk - Eightball
• Pimps - Eightball
• Not Tonight - Eightball
• Thorn - Eightball
• Witcha' Lookin (feat. Ludacris) - Eightball
• Space Age Pimpin - Eightball
• Reason for Rhyme - Eightball
• Pure Uncut Remix - Eightball
• Playerz Night Out - Eightball
• Get Money - Eightball
• Coffee Shoppe - Eightball
• Stripes - Eightball
• Spit - Eightball
• Put Tha House On It - Eightball
• Pure Uncut - Eightball
• Eightball - Eightball
• Put Your Hands Up - Eightball
• Intro - Eightball
• I Don't Wanna Die - Eightball
• My Homeboy's Girlfriend - Eightball
• My First Love - Eightball
• Down And Out - Eightball
• When It's On - Eightball
• If I Die - Eightball
• Break A Bitch College - Eightball
• Coming Out Hard - Eightball
• Friend Or Foe - Eightball
• In The Wind - Eightball
• Just Like Candy - Eightball
• Let's Ride - Eightball
• Listen To Me Now - Eightball
• No Mercy - Eightball
• Time - Eightball
• Armed Robbery - Eightball
• Stompin' And Pimpin' - Eightball
• Hands In The Air - Eightball
• Get Money (feat. Busta Rhymes) - Eightball
• Holla Back (feat. Carl Thomas) - Eightball
• Holla Back (f- Carl Thomas) - Eightball
• No Sellout (feat. Koncrete) - Eightball
• Lost - Eightball
• Starships And Rockets - Eightball
• Slab Rider - Eightball
• Stop Playin Games - Eightball
• Stompin' & Pimpin' - Eightball

Stranger beware, there's love in the air under Paris skies
Try to be smart and don't let your heart catch on fire
Love becomes king the moment it's Spring under Paris skies
Lonely hearts meet somewhere on the street of desire
Parisian love can bloom high in a skylight room
Or in a gay caf

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rame
Rama Rama Hare Hare
Love love
Love love
Drop out
Drop out
Be in
Be in
Take trips get high
Laugh joke and good bye
Beat drum and old tin pot
I'm high on you know what
Marijuana marijuana
Juana juana mari mari
High high high high
Way way up here
Ionosphere
Beads, flowers, freedom, happiness
Beads, flowers, freedom, happiness

Featuring Bun B Of UGK]
[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

Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
Roll the windows up baby, blow an ounce with me
We tight of the green and Hen
Get in the wind
Pick the chipped up flip up and call your friends
Lets do it till the police kick the doors in
Tell them niggaz get to steppin', let all the hoes in
Make room for this big body
In a big body, pimp caso, the life of a 'cardi
Brave, back as a spade
Teeth glistening, hard core, hittin'
EightBall the one they mentionin'
Hot South southern fried everybody wanna taste
Erase hate, and bring love to a dark place
Show my face, and get love when I'm recognized
G and me in the 5 gettin' high
Ball has got cheese
Showin' love with the thicky
Relax your mind and baby bounce with me
Chorus
You could cheef on a leaf in a jeep with me
Break it down, make it fat, fire it up with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
You could sex on ex in the lex with me
Lick it up, lick it down, baby, work with me
But you know what I really want you to do with me
Bounce with me, baby, bounce with me
Get on a continental jet 7: 30 in the A-M
A-T-L bound tryin' to escape the mayhem
Beeper off, at the Swiss with my mistress
Kissin' me, and lickin' me, actin' like she miss this
Playground just for her to play in the hay around
Fringe benefits, make her wanna stay around
Money makin' cats with gats who love hood rats
Thug players who make tracks, and bust raps
Confidentialy, we represent Tennesee
Gain control, puttin' soul in this industry
Bounce, baby, bounce
Shake the room up
Do it, keep it hyped
So we can blast off
High into the sky
Until the beat stops
But don't stop, till all the hoes clothes drop
Call big Ball Dr. Sticky, got the remedy
Throw your hands up and baby bounce with me
Chorus
Now I have been many places, seen so many things
Did what a lot of niggaz only see in they dreams
Hoes used to be like, uh, nigga you too big
Now they let me bust shots all over they wig
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub everyday
I know it be this way, cause I make a lot of pay
I smoke a lot of hay, tune up mentally
Gentally, grab a pen and kill the enemy
Dead, cause everything I said flip like work
Made a stack, bustin' raps, doin' concerts
hate to see a player doin' good, I know
Behind my back, talkin' shit like a little hoe
Little did you know, I got the people standin' up
Tucked away, in the cut, makin' platinum stuff
EightBall spittin' nothin' but poetry
Relax your ind, and baby, bounce with me

Weeble-lations!!
(*E-40*)
Weeble-lations testin, testin.
Testin, testin,
Hey, turn my mic up, this a bitch, I got my dudes up in this mutha
Fucka, that boy Eightball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell
Me? It's E-feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this, I
Cuss a mutha fucka out.
(*Eightball*)
Niggaz gonna be feelin, what I'm revealin,
Tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million,
Vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze,
Hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage,
Kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo,
Three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco,
Bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,
Me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.
(*Rappin 4-Tay*)
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe,
None of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof,
Choppin major game on the strength,
Man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
Met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
Said her profession was stackin major paper roll,
First at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,
Went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,
They whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis,
Born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us,
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay,
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool.
(*Eightball*)
Fuckin off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz,
Gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya nigga,
From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian,
In the "O" straight clownin,
Talkin bout what's goin down an,
These niggaz feelin me,
Soakin up the love I give,
Nigga all of us got kids, an only got one life to live,
But sometimes that shit don't matta,
Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,
Splatta,
All over shit, an leave tricks motionless,
Drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss,
The only nigga sick as this,
Behind me,
Is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E.
(*Spice-1*)
Yeah smell me,
Yo five albums in the game,
500 Benzo in my name,
Five niggaz in a bucket,
Five zig-zags to the brain,
To the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news,
I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues,
I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian,
But my crew run like the Mafia,
Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water,
An me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit,
Met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me,
Juss a part of the game,
Jelous niggaz out fo fame,
When steady bustin at me,
Is to give no names,
But when they runnin up on this muthafuckin Don
They catchin pieces of hell,
Hot slugs from a nigga that's fresh out on bail.
(*Eightball*)
Long time comin baby,
Somewhere off in the hills,
Me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or kill,
On the real about this underground lifestyle,
Intoxicated,
An always heavily sedated,
Bank's rocks the beat,
I grab the mic an bust,
Turn into a monster,
Eatin weak mc's up,
Smokin trees up,
Pinnin hoes knees up,
Feds wouldn't ease up,
Had to put the keys up,
Findin Jesus prayin fo the weak,
Hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me,
In the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs,
In a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was.
(*E-40*)
They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92),
I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who,
If I knew who, what, when, where an how,
If I knew back then, would I know now?
The rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin,
The only thing the rap game
Gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin),
There will be no over-night sensations,
Them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip
We been layin it down since trout season,
Now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,
In a white house wit toys of traction,
Uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look,
You can find me in the Florida designs book,
The hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day),
Parked up on ???,
Nigga this ain't none of that,
Only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is 'cause I want they region
Recognize game, game recognize game.
Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga.
(chorus x2)
360 degrees of game,
Talkin bout game,
Talkin bout game,
360 degrees of game,

Chorus
A man would die a thousand times
Before he reach one with soul
The one he beathes will be his last breath
Or does any one ever known
He died with his riches in the streets
Because game, is all that he knows
Sacrifice his life for the paper
And that's just how the story goes
You do it all for nothin'
6: 30 in the mornin' my mama wakin' me up
Tellin' me to get ready for school, or she gon' kick my butt
Iron my jeans till they creased, put on nikes and a fleece
She thinks I'm goin' to school, but I'm headed for them streets
Before 12 am, I done did more shit than a marine
Fall up in the school house, high off them greens
Hoes bobbin', who that young nigga with the Figero
They call him big Ball, but his real name is Primrol
4th period, american history ain't too interestin'
My beeper blowin' up, my homies havin' a smoke session
30 minutes later, I'm stadnin' on the avenue
Duck pulled up in the cut, thang
Askin' me what I wanna do
Jumped in the ride, f**k this shit, I ain't hesistatin'
Trees, and chedddar cheese, keepin' me from graduatin'
Hoes and clothes,
Big bones, and vogues
Young nigga puttin' in work,
Superstar of the ghetto
Chorus
Summertime, every weekend the club packed
After 10, if I don't hit ya back, that's where I'm at
Me and my folks get mad love from the freaky hoes
Sleaky hoes, right up under they nigga nose
I'm at the bar gettin' lifted scopin' out the crew
Niggaz chillin' after a hard week of payin' dues
North Memphis niggaz
Dick from Hollywood to Douglas
On the dance floor, provin' that they hood the roughest
South side, and cast day and niggaz will rob you quick
Reposess what you posess like it was they shit
But I was a player, to all the players in other hoods
From dicks and hoes
From Fraiser back to Westwood
Now I'm 19, my job is to supply the fiends
Cook the rock, morphine, or a bag of green
Posted at my mom's house when in the came the door
Black suits and search warrants and I'm the nigga they lookin' for
Everybody wants to live the life
The good life that was seen
Nobody wants to pay the price
But we want to live a life thats free
Why would they make such a thin line
Even below we're livin' it
For the life, I would do anything
Then do it all, then do it all
All for nothin'
All for nothin'
All for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin'
All for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin'
All for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
All for nothin'
All for nothin'
Sometimes, we do it all for nothin'
I'm 25 now, been gone away for 5 strong
And so much shit has changed around my mama's home
My P-O, said a nigga can't achieve pay no more
The justice system tryin' to play me with revolvin' door
Violate parole and I'll be facin' time again
In the penn, tell me how a nigga supposed to win?
I hit my niggaz up who turned me on back in the game
Finally came across some hedges and a quarter thing
So much has changed, these young niggaz be snortin' cocaine
Shootin' up heroin, and shootin' niggaz for ghetto fame
I gotta lace my boots and wade through the muddy waters
Prey on flesh, so I can feed my sons and daughters
Ain't no love, niggaz hate to see another bubble
At the club sittin' on chrome
Brother playin' trouble
Cheefin' hay, before I knew it steel was in my face
I went for mine now I'm restin' in a better place

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(Girl talking Spanish)
How come you always trippin
I see you like that, the way I call your name
When I tell you shit is real you know it ain't a game
No pretending, always breakin up and mending
We gon' kill each other before this shit we got is ending
Yea you like that, when I pull up on them dubs
And everytime playas see me all I get is love
Hugs and kisses from all my little bitches
They give you much respect cause they know you the misses
Yea you like that, in the mall spending chips
Nothin but Gucci and Donna Karen on your hips
Smile on your lips while I'm kissin on your titty nips
Watch the sunrise, smoke a blunt and take a skinny dip
At first I be's with you
Started pleasin you
Whole world you never knew
You'd ever see LIKE DAT
Your personality
And sexuality
Will keep you right next to me
For eternity LIKE DAT
Yea you like that, a real nigga on your team
No schemes, and it ain't all about a niggas cream
Where dreams and all kinds of freaky little things
Always in public trying to make a big scene
You you like that, think you hard as a statue
Keep running your mouth until you make a nigga snatch you
Look at you, how a nigga like me attract you
Mack you, then attack the gat too
Yea you like that, give it to me anywhere
Five skully in the movie theater pullin on your hair
I'm aware, your girls say I'm nothing but a dog
They mad cause I give you all that shit you say you want
I know you like that, and that's the way it's gon' be
Haters bumpin always got to say some fly shit see
Shorty down we don't worry bout he say drama
I'm gon' be your big poppa and you gon' be my lil' momma
(Girl talking Spanish)
(Chorus)
I know you like that flippin through the city at night
Lightin 'dro gettin tight tropical on ice
Who the realest in your life I know the answer to that
The same nigga spittin this and as a matter of fact
Remember back when we first met, incredible sex
Sometimes edible sex and unforgettable sex
Ice on your finger, not for marriage or nothing
You the shit when it come to pushin all my buttons
Yea you like that, time out take a trip
Fuck a reservation grab your coat and just dip
No alarm clock, sleeping all afternoon
Shrimps and steak without leaving the room
I know you like that even when your ass get mad
Forehead wrinklin', thinkin' you could beat my ass
Baby girl, slow your role, just let it go
And we ain't got to talk about that shit no more
(Girl talking Spanish)
(Chorus)
LIKE DAT
LIKE DAT
LIKE DAT
LIKE DAT
LIKE DAT
LIKE DAT

Rock 'n roll party
Little girl, do you know who I mean? Pretty soon, she'll be 17
They tell me her name's Betty-Jean, rock 'n roll party queen
Friday night 'n she's got a date, goin' places just for stayin' out late
Droppin' dimes in the record machine, rock 'n roll party queen
Bompa bompa bompa, oh no, can I have the car tonight?
Baby baby, can I be the one, to love you with all of my might?
She's the girl that all the kids know, talk about her wherever she goes
I could write a fan magazine about my rock 'n roll party queen
La la la... rock 'n roll party queen
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, rock 'n roll party queen
Bompa bompa bompa, you should see her shake
Baby baby, don't you call it puppy love, don't you want a true romance?
Rockin' and rollin', little party queen
We're gonna do the stroll, hey party queen
You know I love you so, my party queen
You're my rockin' and my rollin' party queen

Last night I was dreaming
of the girls of the cattle fold
Fine, noble, gentle girls they were
Singing songs on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I spent last night on the shieling
I passed the joyous, happy night
With the girls of the sheiling.
--
Craig Cockburn, pronounced coburn Email:Sgriobh thugam 'sa Gaidhlig ma 'se do thoil e.

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

[Eightball]
Yeah.
Eightball the Fat Mack (yeah)
Space Age representation yaknahmsayin?
Sittin around thinkin.
Yaknah'm talkin bout? (yeah)
[Verse 1]
I was twelve years old when I sold my first stone
Thirteen when I bought my first gold herring bone
MJ knew how to cook it up, and I supplied the kitchen
My momma was at work and never really paid attention
Bitches comin in and out, fuckin, gettin blowed
A couple of my niggaz like to dirty up they nose
But I was never into that, I really loved the chief hay
Pipes with them white boys, them blunts when I'm around the way
Never seen nothin other than them streetlights
Late at night, trife niggaz be out gettin hype
Ain't no tellin what a young nigga might see
Might be, when he grown up in the inner city
Everybody got they own shit they dealin with (uh)
E'ry muh'fucker livin should be feelin this (uh)
Money ain't the only thing that bring a nigga joy
But when you ain't got it mayne it be so hard
[Hook - 2X]
How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(.live the shit they spit)
How many niggaz spit the shit they wish?
(.spit the shit they wish)
They could get, when they blow up and get legit
(.blow up and get legit)
How many niggaz live the shit they spit?
(.live the shit they spit)
[Verse 2]
Tell me nigga if you feel what I'm spittin to you
Is any of this shit sinkin in and gettin to you?
I've been on the road, hustlin for ten deep
In yo' city on the backstreet gettin weed (uh)
Fuckin wit niggaz that don't even know how to rap
Niggaz that go to every fight and shit like that
And don't trip nigga, we ain't got no beef (uh-uh)
And no beliefs in nothin that we can't see
Except God, I pray to him and he be right there wit me
He make it all good, even when it ain't pretty
Every nigga got they nose in my bankroll
Rollin over with these hoes in my night clothes (uh)
Late night shows, gotta get it how we come
On the bus, on the plane, know we push some (yep)
Now you gotta get nigga so I gotta get it (gotta get it)
If you ain't got it yet, nigga you betta go and get it
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Rap, dope game, Lil' Ki' told me that
It's for real if you look at how a nigga react
Look - dope makes cash (uh-huh) CD's make G's (uh-huh)
Dope getcha locked up, CD's getcha free (uh-uh)
You might think that if ya don't know the game (uh)
Them niggaz rearranged but the game stay the same
I put it in my head and I locked it
Loaded up my mouthpiece, cocked it and I popped it
Brrrr. bulletproof nigga cain't nuttin stop this
Everybody gettin hit, when I start to drop this
Watch this (uh) big, fat, overweight, Space Age,
Black-ass nigga, lookin fly on the front page (uh)
Gotta love it when you see it cuz it's all real (yea)
I done seen niggaz lie still and get killed (uh-huh)
Blood spilled over muh'fuckin record deals
Ain't shit changed nigga and it never will
[Hook - 4X]
Yeah mayne, knahmsayin...

I hold the future in my fingertips
My destination races across her lips
It's no surprise, it's just what it predicts
My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks
So I shook my magic eightball (woah oh oh)
And I posed an inquiry (inquiry)
And my future began to surface (woah oh oh)
Outlook not so good, most likely not, my sources say no
It is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ball
What gives it it's mojo powers, and makes it so mystical
Is it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?

Come and sense better tell you to grind and hustle
Hit the streets like a mad, use your mind and muscle
We be all about the cream, living space age phantasies
Tryin to make my wallet green as a canapee
We beat them niggaz, hoes break to defense about
Tell them hoes how we beat that pussy inside out
I love it when you give me head in the benz
Up and down swallow, we gettin to win
Never bashing women just them hoes to be given
Headshots and whack knock to people for livin
Who am I ? Just another MC murderer
Judge citizen, all hip hop purgerer
To death make a loose with the micro
Hangin niggaz from his feet till the blood store
Drippin from the nose suffocating them weak hoe
Nobody want you knock the fuck around with Primro
Suave affiliated nigga, we get much respect
From niggaz with check and all the checks we collect
Let me tell you about this Suave House Fam shit
The only niggaz with the 4 in the hand prime shit
Give me the money and the hoes and the good weed
And the mic so I can practise killing MCs
Dark dreams still come back in full colour
Fire and big smoke, chokin motherfuckers
Hard pounded, the whizzle of the wind soundin
Like a woman screamin in a poo drownin
Am I insane from the frames givin to my brain
Eyes photograph all my people and their pain
Weak motherfuckers loosin and twist the game
See some bullshit and blow out their own brain
??? to the lies, arm full of ivys
Motherfuckers criticize and denie me
But who is the mad one? (who is the mad one)
Who is truely insane? (who is truely insane)
But who is the mad one? (who is the mad one)
Who is truely insane? (who is truely insane)
It's all on me, It's all on me

[8B] Space, Age-in baby
[TS] Right right right right
[8B] One time
[TS] Beyotch!
[8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire!
Verse One: Too $hort, Eightball
From nineteen-eighty, through eighty-eight
I Don't Stop Rappin like my first tapes
When I was broke, I used to sell em instantly (instantly)
One look, you could tell it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night, sold out, turnin young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my pursuit of happiness
I'm so glad, to get to the point of havin this
Opportunity, for you and me to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
Eighty-eight, my pockets wasn't straight, but I was makin it
Niggaz like Lil' Tim was out there ballin sellin cakes n shit
I was right there, on the Mob Circle, writin raps
All about my snaps, tryin to put Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin more than them niggaz movin weight
The game been good to me, and I know that muhfucka bless you
Thanks for passin game, now let's get out here and make this loot
Chorus: Too $hort, Eightball, MJG
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
[TS] I got too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
[MJ] I drive fast cars, eat lunch by lakes
[MJ] and meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
Verse Two: MJG, Too $hort
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
Learn how to crawl, before I walk
Then I learned how to tie my shoes
Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me
Matter of fact it did it worse for me
Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak one time ya hard
It can only do hurt to me
So I sucked up my peer pressure, and my pride
And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive
Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool
Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school
And ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different
So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't
When you raised up, where I come from, make it out is a blessing
Cause half the cats, where I come from, don't ever learn they lessons
My first love, even before I had a daughter, or a lady
Was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin
I make too much money bitch I can't stop rappin
I live the fast life of a MC
And I sell a lot of records makin pimp beats
I could do a show tonight and make ten G's
Fuck til the mornin, sleep late and smoke weed
Three cars in my garage, truck in the driveway
I always, get my dick sucked on the highway
Verse Three: Eightball, MJG
My way (pimp til I dieee) fuck a hoe
Unless that hoe is breakin me off some dough, to hit the studio
Blowin, niggaz ain't knowin, how far this shit is goin
I wrote all my shit, but niggaz always talkin bout what I owe them
But I'm gon' show them, real niggaz stand on they own ten toes
So I'ma make all the money, and try my best to fuck all these hoes
Friend or foe, a bitch or hoe, rich or po'
Eightball got flow, MJG
Here comes the one they call the P-I, M-P, never will retire
The tree-high, green leaf, helps me to get higher
Eightball and MJG, Too $hort, we all must be
The pimps of the industry, shit people pretend to be
Fuck so why should we, settle down
Leave the kitchen put the kettles down
Stop from fillin all you hoes
Give up the life of trues and vogues
Hell no, it ain't gon' happen, this shit too deep
So I hooked up with my comrades so we can all get rich, nigga
Chorus
[8B] Yea yea, one time, for your motherfuckin mind
[TS] Pimp shit bitch
[8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me
[TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes
[8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight, for these tricks it's too late
[TS] It's that old school pimpin all the way from Memphis, to Oakland
[8B] Straight smokin baby, fryin em up fat
[TS] Atlanta to Houston, we still doin it like this
[8B] Yea, New York to L.A.
[TS] Beyitch!
[8B] Hah, that's right, Space Age forever, nigga
[TS] T-Mix on the funk
[8B] Dangerous Music, uhh
[TS] Suave House

F/ MJG
* send corrections to the typist
(Phone:)
Hello, you have reach the Bell South Voice Mail Service
To listen to your messages press star now..... new messages.
(Baby Momma:)
Ball
I done two wayed you two or three times
Now you need to call me back now
You know it's your sons birthday tomorrow
You need to call me
I'm getting pissed off.
(Chorus:)
Daddy, why you gone so long?
Daddy, when will you come back home?
Daddy, don't get your ??? alone
Daddy, when will you come back home?
(Eightball:)
Running though the airport
My lil shorty birthday and I ain't there for it
Another show I gotta get it how it come to me
Even though I wanna see my baby run to me smiling
Reaching up, so I can pick him up
It's not enough that I can send money and buy his stuff
I wanna see him blow the candles out on the cake
Be there to correct you when you make mistakes.
It's only so much ya momma can do for you
Even though she do so much for you
Only a man can teach you how to be a man
Teach you not to be a fool in this foolish land.
Listen to ya momma
Go to school don't trip
Learn everything
Being smart, that's hip.
Little man be strong hold the house down
And I'm goin be there to see you when I touch down, yeah.
(Chorus:)
Daddy, why you gone so long?
Daddy, when will you come back home?
Daddy, don't get your ??? alone
Daddy, when will you come back home?
(MJG: )
Baby I think about you all the time
Throughout every show and every line
Hope you and ya momma doing fine
I luv ya'll.
They had a fight at the club last night
Don't worry
I'm straight
You can still hug dad tight
When I get home from off the road
You take this load off me
Sweetheart tell ya momma to make me some coffee
Daddy's princess
Daddy's little gyrl
Learning things daily in yo own little world.
I'm goin continue doing what I doing
To provide for ya
Close ya eye's now, daddy's gotta surprise for ya
I'll ride for ya till I'm old grey and tired for ya
So when I'm gone,you'll understand I tried for ya.
It's important for a gyrl to know her father
So I can be the man you run to, when times get harder
I'm coming home
Cause home is where the heart is
I'm worn out but still, I'll be there regardless.
(Chorus:)
Daddy, why you gone so long?
Daddy, when will you come back home?
Daddy, don't get your ??? alone
Daddy, when will you come back home?
(Eightball:)
This is for the
Cats who hustle all day and night
In the streets doing what's wrong or what's right
You see ya babies when you can
Don't ya know ya lil babies need to see you man
If you don't teach them
Then they gonna learn the wrong way
So sit down and listen what they got to say.
And you boys in the club every weekend
Straight ballin' but you can't take care of ya kids.
When they grow it's to late to try to make it up
You never know when god plan on taking us.
So much evil in the world and it's all new
To a child who ain't been through what you been through
A kid can't play in the streets without dodging bullets
And nine times outta ten
A kid probably pulled it
Cause they momma
And daddy weren't there for em
So it's important that we let em know we care for em, yeah.
(Chorus:)
Daddy, why you gone so long?
Daddy, when will you come back home?
Daddy, don't get yo ??? alone
Daddy, when will you come back home?
(Bridge:)
Daddy, Daddy
I really miss my daddy
Daddy, Daddy
I really miss my daddy
Daddy, Daddy
I really miss my daddy
Daddy, Daddy
I really miss my daddy.
(Eightball: talking)
Yeah
Respect that
Song right here
Dedicated to Lil Lace'
Lil Von
Lil Ali and Aliyah
We love you.
(Phone)
Hello you have reach the Bell South answering service
To listen to your messages press start now........new messages
(Lil Boy talking)

Yeah, it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
You know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah, Eightball and MJG, for my real niggaz
Layin' it down for all my real niggaz
Yeah, uh
Let's get it crunk up in this bitch
Where ya at?
Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh?
Where ya at? Where ya at huh?
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
Yeah for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches yaknowhamsayin'?
My brothers gettin' money out here yaknowhamsayin'?
Real underground lovin' muh'fuckers, get the club buck
Yaknahmtalkin''bout? Yeah, yeah
MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
Get fresh wit' me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
Then you'se a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater
Heavy weighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
Can't touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit' what we bust
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my gangstas
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my grinders
Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggaz might try and touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, followin' my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
My whole team, keep it clean like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young nigga anything
Excursion, escalade with the big rims
Denim suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M;'s
Shoppin' deals at the table wit the best of them
Leave the rest of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me
MJ to the G
Do you really wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', I'ma live it up
Put ya best south fit in the cleaner
Da, da, dun, da, dun, hit the horn like Leana
I never seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the women start swarmin' in
I feel like I died, went to heaven and born again
Pimp tight, MJ fuckin' G
Death wish meant for anybody touchin' me
I'ma hit the dancefloor with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my gangstas
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my grinders
Do you really wanna hit the sauna
With some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers
Street roamers, still keepin' the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess
One of the hardest niggaz that you will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggaz to bust over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just can't compete
Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my gangstas
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my grinders
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my players, all my gangstas
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, all my hustlers, all my grinders
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey, do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa, do you really wanna get crunk?

We run this shit and we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
Gotta keep it gangsta
How many of y'all know a real gangsta?
Cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up
At the ATM machine, in yo' Lexus
You must be on that dust wanna come test us
My fam is monsters like my name Fester's
One deep but yo I got eighteen guns
Thirty-six clips, two for each one
Ride out, bet a nigga use at least one
Uzi out the sunroof, bitch, you betta run
I roll wit' them boys out the 901
713 to the 281
You hate one nigga like me so
I keep 32's 38's 44's
I speak for myself, no cliques, no gang
I rap but a nigga will clap them thangs
We run this shit and we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
Yeah, aiyyo, I'm bout to getchu niggaz open
Me and my bitch drunk as hell, steady smokin'
Pass it to ya moms in the backseat, she chokin'
Dippin' through the toll booth nigga with no token
Pedal to the metal, hooptie hit the blocks and
Shorty shootin' yellow paintballs at the cops shit
White kids parents in the front yards is watchin'
Actin' like The Beatles is here, givin' me props and
I'm half-naked in the car with my boots on
Tanned it out, passin' the hunnies, gettin' my woof on
Think I won't fuck a fat bitch, ya dead wrong
You pretty yellow bitches is gettin' the head song
Wantchu to hump wit' it
Workin' it like ya doin' Tae-Bo and use ya tongue wit' it
When dawg get my bricks, we jump in the six
Old school, porno flicks, Walter D in the mix
Dunns with more guns than Pun shot, uhh
Dorasel blow more C's than one crop
Catchin' a case, you fuckin' wit' me
Now who want it with these dirty niggaz, Ball and G?
We run this shit and we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
First of all, know this, I ain't a new nigga
So don't act surprised when I come and do niggaz
Made ya crew give up, somebody say, "Uncle"
Slumped him over slow with the rifle let one go
Uncomfortable, bleedin' bad and turnin' blue
That's the way me and my niggaz like to leave you
We true gangstaz, equipped with the guns and drugs
Mean mugs, actin' bad just because
That's how it does and ya damn sure gon' respect it
Get K.O.ed like Tekken or took out with the tec and
Ya best bet is to invest in a body suit
And be well-protected, when we come through
Screw .22's we got military issued
High powered artillery, to come and get you
And you gon' get Godful with that punk shit
Nah, you ain't slick trick you just forgot who runs dis
We run this shit and we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
We run this shit, we don't give a fuck
Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget
Yeah, sendin' this shit out
To all my real gangsta-ass niggaz
Yaknahmsayin' all my homeboyz
That's straight keepin' it gangsta
Yaknahmtalkin''bout?
Rest in peace niggaz, these niggaz is sissies
These niggaz is hoes, these niggaz is bitches
You niggaz is undercover booty bandits
You niggaz is fake, you niggaz is way unreal, yaknahmsayin'
Fake-ass niggaz, out here playin' games and shit
Niggaz is hoes, doin' that hoe-ass shit
Yeah, niggaz ain't done nuttin'

[EightBall]
Time waits for no one
But you never could of told me that
Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat
But not enough time for me to react
Cheddar in my possesion
Livin' in an expedition
Cheefin' to stop my stressin'
On the low attraction no attention
Who in the fuck got nuts enough to come test me, not a soul
I pack a tool, I'm unjackable, cause I'm always on my toes
Penny hoes, you know that shit goes
Loot bring a nigga much love
In a club, buyin' up all the champagne, high on rich nigga drugs
Never knew, someone was scopin' me, gettin' close to me
Tryin' they best to get a hold of me, for my jewelry, and my currency
But I couldn't see, what was in store for me
Nigga wanted go to war with me
My philosophy, it was jealousy, or evil animosity
Chorus:
Idiotic tendency to be doin' some shit (drama in my life)
When a mothafucker cross me like a crucifix (so much, so much, drama in my
Life)
Noose over loose bitch noodles (drama in my life)
See me that, that me (drama in my life)
What you do that (drama in my life)
Should it come back (drama in my life)
Give it more with some frequency bitch (drama in my life)
And if I come back before that shit (so much, so much, drama in my life)
That's concrete put your shoes in it (drama in my life)
Ah, what the fuck?
You need your jaw broke?
You know why you got shot up
You can't control that money, or your mouth
The skies the limit, but you's a illegitimate prick in it
And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit
Broad as the eye can see
A black one will rise, and boys so you best watch out for me

Han g

I heard it from the gangster
I heard it from the priest
I heard it from my best friend
Way down in the middle east
Have a nice day. That's all I hear every day
Have a nice day. I don't believe a word you say
I heard from the landlord
When he kicked me out
I heard it from the spirits
As they possessed my house
Have a nice day. That's all I hear every day
Have a nice day. I don't believe a word you say
When they look me in the eye I turn the other way
It's just a trained reaction something they gotta say... yeah
I heard it from New Zealand
I heard it at the club
I heard it from my doctor
Before he pulled the plug
Have a nice day. That's all I hear every day
Have a nice day. I don't believe a word you say
Have a nice day. That's all I hear every day
Have a nice day. I don't believe a word you say

And when they tell you that you don't know what you're doing now
And when they tell you that you're not the one to live your life
And when they tell you that they think that you're just marking time
And when they tell you that they think that you're in trouble now
And when they tell you that you're wasting the best years of your life
And when they tell you that you'll never get a single thing right
Well, put up a fight
But this is the life
No matter what they say, you know that
This is the life
For better or worse, it'll stay that way
And when they tell you that they think they've got you figured out
And when they tell you that they think they know what makes you tick
And when they step with their 12-point program for being like them
And when they tell you that you're blowing every chance you get
And when they tell you that you're setting up a life of regret
And when they tell you that you just can't get a single thing straight
Well, it's too late
But this is the life
No matter what they say, you know that
This is the life
For better or worse, it'll stay that way
And when they gather ‘round like a covey of witches with their sneering pity
Tell them sons of bitches
Tell them sons of bitches
Tell them sons of bitches
And this is the life
And this is the life

Dead I am the one, Exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak anmd want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, Do it baby
Do it baby, Do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink
Drink - a - drink - a - drink - a - drink
What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away
Away - away - away - away - away
Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget
The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go out to a show
So what can I do - I can't think what to say
She sees through anyway
Away - away - away - away - away
Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late, there she waits
Looking very angry, as cross as she can be
Be - a - be - a - be - a - be - a - be
Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

Featuring Fred Durst from Limp Bizkit
Fred: Say what, say what? (x4)
Jon: My dick is bigger than yours...
Fred: Say what, say what? (x3)
Jon: My band is bigger than yours...
Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag, stuck-up sucka', Korny motherfucka'.
Takin' over flows is the Limp pimp, need a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon
Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a
kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking Mr. Raggedy man? Doin' all you can to
look like Raggedy Ann.
Jon: I'll Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it. You look like one of
those dancers from the Hanson video, you little faggot ho. Please give me some
shit to work with, 'cuz right now I'm all it kid, suck my dick kid, like your
daddy did.
Fred: Who the fuck you think you're talking to??
Jon: Me.
Fred: I'm known for eatin' little whiny chumps like you.
Jon: Whatever.
Fred: All up in my face with that...
Jon: Are you ready?!?
Fred: But halitosis, is all you're rockin' steady. You little fairy, smelling
all your flowers. Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers!
Jon: Yeah, baby!
Fred: I hear ya tweetin' on them fag-pipes clod, but you said it best, there's
No Place To Hide.
Jon: What the fuck ya' sayin'? You're a pimp whateva', limp dick. Fred Durst
needs to rehearse, needs to reverse what he's saying. Wannabe funk doobiest is
what you're playin', rippin' up a bad counterfeit, fakin'! Plus your bills I'm
paying, you can't eat that shit every day, Fred. Lay off the bacon.
Fred: Say what, say what? You better watch your fuckin' mouth, Jon.
CHORUS:
Jon: So you hate me?
Fred: and I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: I hate you!
Fred: and you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what?
Both: It's all in the family.
Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna fuck you up twice, throwin' rhymes at me like,
oh shit allright, Vanilla Ice. Ya better run, run while ya can, you'll never
fuck me up, Bisc Limpkit. At least I got a phat, original band.
Fred: Who's hot, who's not?
Jon: You.
Fred: You best step back, Korn on the cob, you need a new job. Time to take
them mic skills back to the dentist, and buy yourself a new grill.
Jon: Fuck you.
Fred: You pumpkin pie, I'll jack-off in your eye. Climbing shoots and ladders,
while your ego shatters. But you just can't get away.
Jon: Get a gay?
Fred: Because it's doomsday kid, it's doomsday.
CHORUS
Fred: You call yourself a singer?
Jon: Yep.
Fred: You're more like Jerry Springer.
Jon: Oh cool!
Fred: Your favorite band is winger,
Jon: Winger?
Fred: and all you eat is Zingers. You're like a Fruity Pebble, your favorite
flag is rebel.
Jon: Yeeeeeehaaaaaa!!
Fred: It's just too bad that you're a fag, and on a lower level.
Jon: So you're from Jacksonville, kickin' it like Buffalo Bill. Gettin'
butt-fucked by your uncle Chuck, while your sister's on her knees waitin' for
your little peanut.
Fred: Wait, where'd ya get that little dance?
Jon: Over here.
Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had
your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad,
your mother's now your lover.
Jon: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a fuckin' wheelie? You love it down
south, and boy, you sure do got a purdy mouth.
CHORUS
Jon: and I love you!
Fred: and I want you!
Jon: and I'll suck you!
Fred: and I'll fuck you!
Jon: and I'll butt-fuck you!
Fred: and I'll eat you!
Jon: and I'll lick your little dick, motherfucka'.
Fred: Say what? Say... what?

Yo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos
van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
con sus p

* send corrections to the typist
Temptation talking to me
I try my best not to listen
The world fuckin wit me
Tryin to stop my ambition
And niggas talkin bout me
I know they hopin and wishing
That ima give it up or quit
But I say fuck all these bitches
Niggas talk to much
Lemme tell you this
If you ain't seen where I been you can't tell me shit
Spirits walking with me
I close my eyes and follow
I live for today
I might not see tomorrow
I heard it all before
All the lies and excuses don't wanna see now more
Stupid shit I throw deuces
Dog im out the door
This so simple and plain
I keep it hardcore
You gon remember my name, the call me fatboy
Im such a pro at this thang
The whole key
Work hard get your doe at this thang
But people look at me
Judge, before they see the man
Cash stones im losin for they deal my hand
Could you roll one up
Toe beneath me
The devil got a player down on his knees
I don't know why niggas think they wanna be like me
You gotta see what I seebefore you be like me
What you live for the truth but give nothing but pain
To anything evil for you soften your game
Words give life to the things that we think about
Life is hell
We go to heaven when we make it out
Yea, im like a thorn on a rosebush
Hard and prickely and discarded usually
Unseen, the world shittin on my hopes and dreams
Hope and dream that I can open up my throat and sing
Bring poetry and fly when I spread my wings
And let the world see the beauty in these ugly things
Scarred, like a scab, brittle and hard
Being green, and lame greens little reward
Slipping is a mistake and most they pay for it
Gruesomly hideouse, so you really can't ignore it
Yo, you see them pretty motherfuckas on the tv screen
Live and die for that fake shit on mtv
Turn the cameras off and watch our heroes transform
Runnin away from what real life did for em
Under the glitter and the bling of them expensive things
That's where you find that truth and dogg that'll set you free
The real shit is the shit that I would want for me
Not them fools tryin to copy everything they see
This I will never be
From me you'll never see
Before I do it i'll say fuck this whole industry
Could ya roll one up
Smoke with me please
The devil got a player down on his knees
I don't know why niggas think they wanna be like me
You gotta see what I see before you be like me
Would you live for the truth but give nothing but pain
To anything evil puttin soft in your game
Words give life to the things that we think about
Life is hell we go to heaven when we make it out

F/ Ludacris
[Eightball]
Yo' lookin ass.. hehehe!
Yeah...
Open my mind, look, tell me what you see
Hurt, pain, that I gained from the streets
It's a dirty game, but it won't change me
Cause.. I don't like
Hollywood niggaz who like to act fly
Your flows don't impress me, I ain't gon' lie
You know who the best be, that be I...
We can, take it, straight to the streets dog
Everybody gon' run when the heat go
Like rain through ya big-body window
You didn't know? YO...
Wait a minute, I roll with the slab dog J-Core
Eight Ways, P-Tab y'all
You can call me, Fat Boy or Big Ball
Whatever dawg...
[Hook: Ludacris]
Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass, so fly (So fly)
That's why we stake so high (So high)
And when we ridin by (Go by)
All the hoes just stop...
Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass, oh no (Oh no)
Big 'lacs Ca-price on gold (On gold)
That's how them gangstas roll (We roll)
All the hoes just stop...
Shhhit! Witcha lookin ass
[Eightball]
Yo, I got heat like sunrays
Burn everything up in the whole place
Wanna say somethin to me, say it to my face
Aye aye...
Yo, will the girls get crunk when I get the mic
Will the niggaz get buck enough to start a fight
I don't know, but I know my flow's so tight
You know I'm right...
Hold up, I'm a ghetto superstar you know
Everywhere we go, they know who we are, you know
You can catch a player chillin at the bar, you know
I'ma be like whoa...
Fulla Grey Goose, all in a chick face
Pretty face, big hips, with a little waist
Wanna see if I can take her to my new place
What's the deal...
[Hook]
[Second Hook:Eightball]
Whattcha lookin at, witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (What?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (Huh? What?) witcha lookin ass?
Whattcha lookin at (Huh?) witcha lookin ass?
[Eightball]
Lemme see ya put ya hands in the air mayne
So high, got me lookin out for airplanes
When it come to this, I'ma do the damn thang
Mayne...
Lemme see ya getcha hands in the air y'all
Ain't but the square niggaz on the wall
Who want a lyrical brawl with the Big Ball
I don't think so, yo, yo
Lemme see ya put ya hands in the sky whodi
Get crunk if ya wanna get high whodi
If you do then you know you my whodi
I'm tell you like this...
We got it goin real on all night long
Full of Patrone in my Sean John shit y'all
Eightball, Ludacris on the same song
We gonna keep it goin on and on and on
[Hook] 2x
[Second Hook]
Yeah mayne, I see you over there
You and all them motherfuckers watchin
Heh, witcha lookin ass
All them hater-ass niggaz
I see you over there lookin
I see you over there watchin bitch
Witcha lookin ass
All you hoes, I see you over there lookin
When I file through the place,
With them players sittin on them thangs

This little shuffle climbs and climbs over the circular chord progression.
It's fun to play. When I look at the lyrics it makes me think this woman
is one of GP's fictional favourites - the sloane ranger he loves to despise.
It's probably not a real person, but no doubt he knows the type.
Intro: Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Bb
VERSE
Bb C
She's got everything she needs and it isn't you
Eb F
A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue
Bb C
Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass
Eb F
Powerful liquor in a hip flask
Bb C
Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea
Eb F
A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree
Bb C
Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence
Eb F
It all works like clockwork It all makes sense
CHORUS
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb
To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature
Bb Bb
That's what she is
With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed
A vicious black rodent she calls Fred
She keeps her diary under the bed
but there's nothin' in it cos it's all in her head
Walkin' round London with foreign banknotes
throwin' silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats
Being invisible Being obscene
Being the person you wish you'd been
CHORUS repeat
BRIDGE
Dm Cm7
But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room
Dm Cm7
Who throws a grenade at your feet that explodes with such force
F Bb Eb Bb
That it bursts your balloon like a force of nature
BRIDGE
But inside her heart there's this kid locked away in a room
Who peeks through the door every now and again
and says hey I'm coming out soon
VERSE
Her raincoat jingles Your mercury soars
Every last move defies gravity's laws
Her computer's connected directly to the stars
Keeps her emotions in mason jars
Stored in the attic in the roof near the sky
Up in the rafters where the bats fly
Being impossible Being on a roll
Being like something you can't control
Chords barred:
Bb 6-8-8-7-6-6
C 8-10-10-9-8-8
Eb 6-6-8-8-8-6
F 8-8-10-10-10-8
Dm 5-5-7-7-6-5
Cm7 8-10-8-8-8-8

Yeah
I'm hungry
I'm starving
I want some food for my tummy
I want some
Pizza coke and ice cream
Popcorn cotton candy
Marshmallows milkshake and peanuts
Would be so great
Pies chips candy apples
Twinkies frosted flakes
Donuts french fries
And some chocolate cake with mustard
Cookies avocados pancakes
Pineapple juice
Whipped cream on some raw meat
That's not all i could eat
I'm hungry
I'm starving
I want some food for my tum...
I want some
Honey roasted walnuts
Pepperoni slices
Pasta and burritos
Different kinds of rices
Cherries dipped in chocolate
Cottage cheese and jelly
Colonel sander's chicken
Still won't fill my belly
Broccoli sticky syrup
Churros dipped in sauce
Drippy sloppy joes
Then i'm full at last
Ahhh ahhh
I'm full at last
Burp.

You and me
We have no faces
Soon our lives they'll be erased
Do you think they will remember
Or will we just be replaced
Oh I wish that I could see,
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry
So what can it be
No one hears me call,
Echoes back at me
No ones there.
To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You've got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind
You and me
We have no faces
They don't see us anymore
Without love as they had promised
And no faith for what's in store
Oh I wish that I could see
How I wish that I could fly
All the things that hang above me
To a place where I can cry
So what can it be
No one hears me call,
Echoes back at me
No ones there.
To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You've got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind
Where are all these feelings hiding
Dancing in and out my mind
Burning up all that I long for
Feeding me till my decline
Where are you My soul is bleeding
I am searching am I blind
All alone and bound forever
Trapped inside me for all time
To all these nameless feelings
I cant deal with in my life
To all these greedy people
Trying to feed on what is mine
You've got to filll your hunger
And stop fucking with my mind
I know its time to leave these places far behind [x2]

Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me

I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep
Waking up dead from the sleep
Just like a diamond
Watch me shine
Bright like the sun
Make you wanna pull a gun
And buck 2 shots
For the peckerwood rockin'
Put down your glock
Or your block, I'll be knockin'
And dead off your shoulders
Head will roll
Peckerwood P
Funk assassin of soul
Is in control
So have no fear
I'm in this for real
Make it crystal clear
I get a little better each and every year
It's called improvement
Your style's a bowel movement
I'm taking you back to mount CulMcClarin
My whole family's stoned but there aint one sharin'
So whatcha looking at
Huh, why you starin'
Just take a picture
Before I have to hit ya
Ease back kid, gimme some space
Or Whoop there it is upside your face
[Chorus 1]
'Cause a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So shoot dope in your veins
And get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
And a legend aint nothin' but a car
So go blow out your brains to get some fame
And maybe one day you'll be a star
I live in the house
And it's full of pain
But still out the frame
I'm going insane
I stay on point like a sniper
Chillin' in the viper room
Before it became a tomb
Take the low road
And you hit rock bottom
And keep low riding
All the way to Saddam
And back to Gamora
Now you're se

Featuring Redman]
[Redman Talking]
You are now witnessing the effects of the BUDDHA!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
[Redman]
Redman kick through your door
Liquidated then I come through your pores
Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze
Mix fidgit 'fore I rip it in four's
Look at my face you can tell that I'm slick
The blunt excersize 10 in the clip
Y'all niggaz ready for the un conterfit?
D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit
That bogus holder of the sticky dolja
Got me appearing on the wanted poster
It's like when your body get caught on rotor's
Wnen I snap like strings through boat motors
My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's
Boys screamin' for mama from the drama
My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up
Yo EightBall, hit the marijuana
[EightBall]
Yeah, yeah
EightBall blazin' the hay
And hella pound almost everyday
Real playas run the game that they play
That's why I'm doin' it the playa way
I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real
Showin' skills all my homies can feel
Smile at you see the name on my grill
Cut the track up let me show you the deal
I be twisted with that Redman
We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man
I got the Eagle full of hollow tipped lead man
Hear what I said man?
Can all that weak noise
I write, busta go and get your little weak boys
You know what bring a player joy?
Playin' with them glock toys
See I avoid all suckas trippin'
Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'
Interested in what I be grippin'
Dippin' in the Benz zippin'
Pass all you haters fakin'
Runnin' round seein' real players imitatin'
Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation
Hay blazin'
Chorus:
Get y'all shit together
Coffee Shoppe we with whatever
EightBall stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever
We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl?
We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride
[Redman Talkin]
Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers
It's a hip-hop holocaust
Yeah, you just found the right superheroes to take care of that shit
Mothafucker
[EightBall]
Head rush and green stinky
Feelin' like a niga dropped a mickey
Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy
Who wanna ride with me, 160
Up and down 48 trackin'
Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin'
Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin'
Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me
Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie
MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie
Ball and Red be all up in your shit
So deep that it be damn near permanent
So authentic you can tell it from conterfit
Who wanna hit of the purest Coffee Shoppe crop
Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop
Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock
We keep it hot
[Redman]
I'm ? the blackout mode
I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold
Yo, who fucks ya baby?
Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
Couldn't hold that pose
Goofy playin' tough on the streets
Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
Until I reach the isosoles heat
Right angle better, double your sleeve
I'm just a black nation wide singer
Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us
You need more than lion trainers to tame us
Famous for cuffin' mics with 5 fingers
That's why I walk so distorted
Any form of harsh aborted
Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it
50 sack and a nick can vouch for it
We keep it critical
If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out
Doc who be arousin' police
My underground funk be plowin' the streets
So if you claimin' you the best MC
Bring your arm over here and handcuff me
We battle till the cattle learn to speak
Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed!

Yeah
Respect this
[ CHORUS ]
Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick
Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay
Everyday
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]
Thug livin', nigga, ain't nobody promised tomorrow
Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow
Money in these streets, trouble in these streets
I'm tryin to school these niggas deep within these beats
Life is for learnin, learn and live, nigga
What the world hold for me and all my real niggas?
The studio is where we meet up like a holy church
Worshippin the spirits of them niggas who done been here first
And give it all to them young niggas who come after us
And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough
Project livin ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back
And I pray for all my niggas who can't do better than that
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2: Eightball ]
I live it how it come to me, good or bad
I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see
When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin if a stray
Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave
My nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang
Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked up, mane?
Maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did
Maybe that was God's way of tellin him he need to quit
I don't know, I know he think about that shit everyday though
What he did to make his life go the way that it go
Every nigga can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs
How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up?
How many niggas got five cars and no house?
Hustlin' like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth
Long as you hustle ain't nothin impossible, my nigga
Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha
[ CHORUS ]
Yeah
Ah-ha
Yeah
Eightball the Fat Mack
Fatboy
Eightball & MJG
Space Age Pimpin from way back, baby
You know what I'm sayin?
Yeah
CEO on the streets
Commander in Chief, baby
You know what I'm talkin about
From Orange Mound streets all over the world
East coast, West coast, overseas
This pimpin just ain't a whole lot, baby
I got my stripes up in this rap shit

[Verse 1]
Uhh.
I never played the games, fucked hoes and tricks
Niggaz think with they dick and get hit for licks
We mob for life, straight scarred for life
"Space Age 4 Eva" nigga fuck the hype
Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust
Weak studio gangsta, you can't fuck with us
We live the streets, give streets the piece
Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat
My love for change, got me stuck in the game
Got me goin insane, who the fuck can I blame?
No you but me, not him but I
Is the one to blame for anything I try
Love life and give, but a trick ain't me
Give bitches the dick and give niggaz the heat
Bust flows that kill, homocide for real
Gold grill and trills, you weak niggaz no the deal
[Hook]
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I spit
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... the shit I kick
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit... what I fuck wit
[Verse 2]
I got a mind for murder, leave niggaz with stitches
Bloody kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious
I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this
Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this
This shit is love and hate, niggaz love to hate it
A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight
God knows I try, every breath I take
Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape
I break and crack flows, build and stack flows
Attack the track flows, back to back flows
You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow
Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho
Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer
This shit I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up
I told you niggaz this, see now you done got me pissed
Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist
[Hook - 2X]
[Verse 3]
Yeah.
I never fuck with fakes, these niggaz is snakes
Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take
Emcee for life, AK-47 flows
Like Al Capone nigga, I'm showin my golds
Black skin and rocks, hittin bitches that bop
Blowin weed on the parkin lot, fuck the cops
We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen
Fuck niggaz with blunts, tryna get in my mix
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that shit
I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic
Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin
Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't
Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint
The streets, got no heart, and no mercy
I think that's why they call down south dirty

[Talking]
I remember (I remember)
Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
Me and my mom (me and my mom)
My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep)
I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep)
If I shall die (if I shall die)
Before I wake (before I wake)
I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
My soul to take (my soul to take)
So much drama in a nigga life
I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash
If I catch 'em should I blast, nigga?
Hell yeah
Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I'ma dead man
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necesary, thats what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
F**k a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
It's hard but fair
MJG told your bitch ass
Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
Don't ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
Mafia style, break the code and I'ma break your back
Straight up dogg, I put the house on that
Chorus:
What you wanna do?
Go to war man?
Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
Fights, only midnight gun blaze
So I say
Watch your back and don't come around my way
[Talking]
What must be
What shall be
That which is necesity to him that struggles
Is little more than choice to him that is willing
One of them fake niggaz, I'm hot like TNT
Blow up, and have you standin' in a puddle of pee-pee
See me, you couldn't do if you sight was 20-20
My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny
Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet
Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet
Harder than granite
Player haters can't stand it
White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
Tryin' to live a life, I've been fightin' to escape
Earnin' my respect, and never takin' breaks
Breakin' cakes
Everyday I'm on a paper chase
Shake and bake
Just so I could double up my ri-up
We buck, but don't nobody wanna find that out
Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out
Now I'm on some hard core, makin' me a mill shit
Nothin' but the real shit
Soldier in the field shit
Feel this,
Nigga life will never slow it down
You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now
One of us gon' chill, it's gon' be me or you cat
F**k what you heard, I put the house on that
Bitch
Chorus
[Talkin]
You know (you know)
I want you to remember (I want you to remember)
Heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
no king can corrupt)
And hell (and hell)
Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth)
Seen too late (seen too late)
Can you dig that? (can you dig that?)
Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today
Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me
No name callin', hoe, I wouldn't give you the pleasure
So you can run and tell niggaz that I'm the one jealous
Oh yeah
I'm supposed to fall for that punk shit
All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked
Blasted
Found in a ditch with your wig split
Thinkin' that we niggaz on some rappin' kiddie kid shit
Dig this
Is my success a threat to you?
Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do?
Be true, nigga spit it or forget it
If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it
And then we can get down, any way you want it
My nigg 'Twan told me
Ball, put the house on that mayne
Chorus
[Talking]
Yeah man
To mothaf**kers that don't understand this shit man
Know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga better feel me this time
I ain't goin'
You know what I'm talkin' about man?
Check this out man
Shit makes me hot man
Bitch ass niggaz man
Talkin' that shit man
Know what I'm talkin' about?
Tryin' to let these niggaz know
Bitch
It ain't no playin' no more mothaf**ker
Yeah
Bet them hoes felt that

Featuring Master P Mystikal Psycho Drama Silkk The Shocker]
Verse 1 (Silkk)
AHHHHHH! I kicks it off nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem
down wit them drama boys an also Eightball
understand I gotta plan to get me some green
I stay in cruise like control but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand
now watch me shake this bitch up like the dice games
see I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggaz like left an right
lanes,
different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch,
niggaz still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see,
you can get wit this, or you can get wit that,
you probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz
it's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die,
cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside,
run it nigga nut wit yo five,
I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy,
adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys,
can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money,
now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???,
gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up,
an if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you
hadn't stuttered.
Verse 3-(Mystikal)
Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM,
that's that bastard,
an as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya,
it's when I fuck ya fasta,
don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have
shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards,
y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my
house,
an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out,
y'all hypin died down, it's baskin an dried out,
sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth,
bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it,
or stay the fuck away from niggaz you got no business,
we don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched,
one-hundred percent pure shit, uncut.
(Chorus x2)
Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)
(Eightball)
Real playaz,
wit nothin but this uncut,
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up.
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust,
world wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!
Verse 4-(Pysde)
Here goes this potioness vocaless,
wit the motion of locus,
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you,
some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is,
a test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???,
ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???,
inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me,
the Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me.
Verse 5-(Master P)
UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me,
real niggaz an bitches get high wit me,
I live the life of a No Limit soldier,
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya,
but we all about our piz-aper,
that's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper,
so handle bizze at the biz-house,
it's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House,
gettin paid for the diz-ounds,
worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds,
so how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!,
get rowdy, get bout it.
Verse 6-(Eightball)
Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit,
don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart,
startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit,
dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit,
an foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit,
the Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit,
niggaz fear it cuz we strong an we black on,
green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone,
tornados flows, blow away my foes,
hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes,
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama,
in the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut.
(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)

As the autumn leaves fell in the month of october
I found myself chiefin hay and everyday never sober
got gin drippin down my chin and smoke in my lungs
pullin hellified hos with my devilish tongue
silk tailor maid i dont need your name on my back
got these bitches mind addicted to that shit like it
was crack
I went from good to bad, bad to worse to evil
Never thought I'd see myself not trusting my own people
Right up under my nose
In the form of niggas and hos
All playing by the rules, cause that's all I ever been
told
An eye for an eye, do onto others as they do you
Turn the other cheek, and watch how many mothafuckas do
Decieving
Got you believing while they fiending
Tryin to break even
A Nigga Damn near stopped breathin
scared for my sons like mind is already at the end
trying to make a change so they dont have to go where i
have been
But then, the line between sin and what's right
opened my heart to god
and hope i get in touch right
i just might take a life
stop breath
bring death to all of my visinity until there is just
me left
Chorus
I've been searching all this time
trying my best to find my way
running around trying to chase this money
it's taken me around the world in a day
blowing smoke all out my nose
getting in and out of clothes
fooling around with midnight hos
man that's just the way life goes...
It's hard to run
Tobacco from the blunts got me winded
My sanity has ended
I'm now where I pretended
to be
a millineum away from reality
as far as the eye can see
there is no one but me
Ruins from a past life
as far back as last night
burn like witchcraft
giving my path plenty light
I close my eyes
I cannot believe what I'm seeing
evil demons, posing like they human beings
Invade my trip, those bitches came equipped with banana
peels
tryin to make a pimp nigga slip
some have no lips
some have no eyes
and it's strange how they never stop the lies or the
spies
from cluttering
damn near smothering
always hovering
above me
masked face, actin like they love me
always want to judge me
playa that aint for you to do
cause one day, higher power's got something for me and
Chorus
I close my eyes and try to imagine I'm somewhere else
other than this hell we call earth
from birth to death
set my mind free chemically
helps me solve
O-Z's of trees on to me until my spirit is numb
oral inhalation
hallucogenics, sedation
illegal medication
forces me into hibernation
now my thoughts seem as vivid as a rainbow
I'm visited by an angel, who come to make my pain go
On the outside, it's all peaches and cream
In my mind I hear screams
from horrible dreams
flashbacks of some shit I wish I could forget
on the verge of having a fit
not afraid to admit
I'm lost
and I don't know
which way to go
I don't know who I can call that can save me so
I'm gonna drop to my knees
and ask to be forgiven
and pray for another way for me to be livin (repeat)

Featuring MJG]
[EightBall]
Yeah
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Weak niggaz give your funds up to these hoes
Distance your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but it's not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my Roly tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got some money
Ain't it funny, they diss you when you lookin' bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
Without a pistol, I'll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
Chorus
Stompin', and pimpin' and mackin' and actin'
Bad when a nigga rappin'
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don't wanna see nothin' but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin' the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin' rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin' out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I'm do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Gone off of 'lucigens, clownin' in the big Benz
All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
So get up, and get your mothafuckin' hands up
Chorus
[MJG]
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there's smoke in the air
Get close to me, I'll contact your ass like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I ain't gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin'
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin' and shit
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love 'em all
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy
comin'
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Nigga I ain't tryin' to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
I'm takin' applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped

Talking In The Background*
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete blasted from the heat
From under the seat niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
They don't get a second look without them ghetto features
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you wanna take it
I gotta twist and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who fake it
and if it comes out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, fuck a hip-hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this shit
Broke this shit, but that ain't new so I can cope with this
Hope it get better for those who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be saying
You know what might make what I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the mirror

Gloomy days got my head twisted
Mystic visions of a razor blade
Cut my blunt with precision
Stuff it till it's bustin'
Sippin' on some Tussin
Imagine it, gothic hustlin'
Men tusslin', women fussin'
And they babies in the corner cryin'
Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin'
Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers
Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater
Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita
But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets
Behind tint blowin' cheap
F**kin' with freaks
What kinda role model, I'ma be?
Don't get it twisted
Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit
Chorus:
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed
Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see
when they get grown and independent
What you doin' baby?
18, strippin' daily
A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes
I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend
Tryin' to hock shit
Protectin' myself
I gotta grab the gock and pop shit
I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)
Black, white, asian
So many people think this way
F**k with me and I'll shoot ya
We live in, what used to be the space age, future
To acid droppin' hippies
Now they run the country
Drug smugglin' with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door
What you think I pray for, man
Chorus
Life ain't nothin' but preperation
For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,
The soul and the body seperate, that's death
Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath
Well, all of that shit is in the past
Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass
Where I'm from, any day can be your last
That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast
Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown
Unaware, a showdown's about to go down
Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks
Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?
Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope
Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose
Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away
Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne
Chorus
That's all baby,
You never know when you gotta go
Deaths around the corner
Your nobody, till somebody kils you
But I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
Hey, I don't wanna die
Can you hear me?
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die

My nigga, C, he from Texas, I'm from Tennesee
We do our thang, with them thangs, makin' currency
He got the hook up with Columbians and Mexicans
He wraps 'em up and ships 'em out, and I supply the ends
Excellent profit got us livin' elegant
Laundrymat style washes away the evidence
Get on the plane every weekend and visit
I would visit his town, and he would visit Memphis
Takin' the nigga clubbin', Embassy suites, and freaks
Up all night, sippin' Tussin, smokin' Sweets
One weekend, I'm in his town, his crib
You really must trust a nigga to show him where you live
Fly scenery, space aged things, and big screen
In the den, shootin' pool puffin' on some good green
In walked the woman that was C's fiancee
He said daddy loved her, and would marry her one day
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill
She winked but I didn't think the hoe was for real
Chorus
What am I, supposed to do?
When I'm takin' a chance, f**kin' with you
My homeboy's girlfriend
Now if someone, found out about us
Then someone's, gonna get f**ked up
My homeboy's grilfriend
The smell of breakfast, woke me up from my dreams
Bacon sizzlin', searchin' for the kitchen like a fiend
What I, seen, straight took me by surprise
Angela half naked not tryin' to hide
She saw me lookin', but kept cookin'
What's up with that?
Invitin' me to sit down, and said she'd be right back
I poured a glass of O.J. and pulled up a seat
Angela came right back, and sat next to me
Kissed me on my cheek and said
(Oh you cute, I don't know what it is, but it's just something about you)
With her hand on my leg, she kissed me on my neck
I said baby chill, this is too much disrespect
If C walked in, he be a mad mothaf**ker
And ain't no pussy gon' come between brothers
Lovers, we can't be, cause that's bad business
(Ball, you could have all of this, and there won't be no witnesses)
All in my lap, on my early mornin' hard dick
Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it
Ended up f**kin' it
I guess I'm a weak man
It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend
Chorus
Me and C jumped in the Benz and hit the town for a while
I can't believe what just happned, man this shit too wild
If C finds out, he might trip and try to kill me
And I ain't the type of nigga that's gonna feel guilty
Later on, we was at the pad, kickin' back
C had to make a run, to go and serve a pack
Before he made it out the driveway good
Angela was all on me, tryin' to suck on my wood
On the pool table, on the floor, man what a whore
I was lookin' out for C, she was beggin' me for more
An hour later, C walked through the door
Unaware, that I was just in his ladies underwear
I flew home the next day still reminiscing
Not believin' I just dicked on my homies Mrs.
This is a f**kin' trip man
I will never understand, my homeboy's girlfriend

Yeah
Can you dig that?
Can you feel that?
Can you feel that?
Yeah, uh
Can you...
Yeah, yeah
Let me stick you with this
Lets see, can you feel...
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
Let me mold you, into what I dreamed you would be
Let the world see your beauty and associate it with me
When I'm poor and broke down,
Lookin' bummy with no money
I can feel you in my soul
Close my eyes and let you take control
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
When I'm alone,
You comfort me and soothe my head,
When we get down, we don't need no hotel room or bed
Give me head, suck my brain, and watch it shoot out lyrics
Into your ears, makin' you pregnant with EightBall's spirit
If you take a look inside my mind
Within' you'll find my baby
Love so high, I'm blessed by God
I pray that'll you'll always stay
My first love
My first love
Yeah
I could feel you
I love the way you give it to me
I can you feel you, I love the way you give it to me
Make me feel like a king, and I won't give your love away
Make me feel like a king, and I won't give your love away
Sacrifice, so no one can run away with you
Give my life, cause all I want to do is be with you
Some don't think, a nigga like me should speak freely
Tell you tricks how I feel
With my original poetry
See, when I didn't have shit, on the street
Tryin' to hit a lick
Didn't nobody try to give me shit
I worked for it and got jerked for it
Got hurt for it
Still in the mix, these tricks never knew I could last long
Come strong
And make a nigga pick me up like a ringin' telephone
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
I grab my pen, caressin' empty pages,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
Makin' love, creatin' money makin' phrases,
When I'm alone
Yuo comfort me and soothe my head
When we get down, we don't need no hotel room or bed
Give me head, suck my brain, and watch it shoot out lyrics
Into your ears, makin' you pregnant with EightBall's spirit
If you take a look inside my mind
Within' you'll find my baby
Love so high, I'm blessed by God
I pray that'll you'll always stay
My first love
My first love
If you take a look inside my mind
Within' you'll find my baby
Love so high, I'm blessed by God
I pray that'll you'll always stay
My first love

Life a funny thing, we all wanna shine like diamond rings
Live like kings, and achieve childhood dreams
Lord be my witness when I say we all need you
Cause where I'm livin' ain't nothing but hustlin' gon' feed you
Many say the negativity shouldn't be glorified
Eyes wide when they realize a nigga live and die
The shit I speak, but don't nobody give a damn
Nigga hung up, on what I got and who I am
Save me, from this evilness that made me
Ain't nothin' shakin' if you ain't talkin' 'bout payin' me
The route to all evil don't seem bad
When dreams of havin' it is all I ever had
Nobody wants you when your down and out
Can't find, no one
He blessed me, oh yeah, you could say that
A Southern cat, puttin' Tennesee on the map
With rap, hip-hop until they pop me and my heart stop
Thinkin' 'bout the things I did to get me where I got
Are where I came from, ain't nothing easy about it
I got 'bout it, and got the f**k up out it
Crab ass niggaz wanna see me broke
Because I'm flippin' like a kingpin sellin' legal dope
Quote what I wrote, gettin' smoked with your guys
Hopin' I demise, I can see it in your eyes
The same nigga tryin' to smoke a sack with me
Be the same bitch talkin' 'bout jackin' me
That's when Ricardo called the killers and they always ready
Nightmares for your fam 'bout them bullets in your belly
Image is everything, and skill is twice that
And don't nobody want you when your ass is broke flat
Nobody wants you when your down and out
Can't find, no one
No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)
Can't find, no one (there's no one to turn to)
These streets, can be so mean to men
Crack and guns take dreams from men
In the blink of an eye, go from dusted to the rich
And watch how many people start ridin' your dick
Oh, you the man when your flippin' through the town on chrome
But who gon' really be your nigga when that bullshits gone?
You think it's funny, but ain't nobody laughin' but you
When I done seen what a broke ass nigga will do
Jack, sell crack to get they life on track
Some say I glorify, but all I do is tell the facts
I done seen garbage sacks full of hundred stacks
Rich cats lose it all f**kin' with P packs
People say make the money change things around you
And not you, but that's some hard shit to do
Remember this when your hustlin' and have doubts
Nobody want you, when a nigga ass out, uh
Nobody wants you when your down and out
Can't find, no one
No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)
Can't find, no one (there's no one to turn to)
Nobody wants you when your down and out
Can't find, no one
No one to turn to when your luck is up (where you gonna turn to?)

wasted children, fixed blank eyes, blood and sweat, we socialize
broken homes from which they come, beer-stained dad, compliant Mom.
fear and love, much despised, replaced by comfortable lies.
teenage classic, more cliche, one step further on the edge of decay.
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
are you ready to fight for your morality? Right wing allies, white supremacy.
pretty fascist on the tube draped in red and white and blue
white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
stiff blue collar, coat and tie, brand new breeds side by side.
Christian ethic, right extremes, shoved down our throat as the American Dream.
white trash, 2nd generation, stupid foibles, indignation
offspring of suburban fright, pearl-white creatures of the night
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.
white trash, 2nd generation, white trash, 2nd generation,
white trash, 2nd generation, don your crown and cleanse the nation.

mic check one two
you know when you lose somebody
somebody that's close to you
somebody that's probably not even that close to you
you might have just knew him
it's hard to put it into words you know
it's hard to say what you feel
it's hard to say what you feel...
I guess all wounds heal over time
you know... but uh
all i can do now is reminisce
(Verse One)
Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street
His eyes wide open and it's f**king with me
I can't believe this shit it really seems unreal
My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed
We used to laugh but now this shit ain't funny at all
Thinking about when my dog first started to ball
Telling me I was blessed use my gift
But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit (so hard)
Young eyes attract glitter like glue
Running with a crew doing everything they do
Smoked out drinking mad dog and thunderbird
My momma screaming but I swear I never heard a word
My homeboy's momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it's me when I'm a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that's some bad shit to see
I hope you agree and make it better for the young ones
Cause these momma's can't take no more dead sons
Chorus
Can't you see the way we live
The world wouldn't spin without gangsta shit
I don't know what you've been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life
(Verse Two)
Riding around in a hoop smoked out behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
Somehow thought the shit but I can't blame myself
I just wish that death would have took somebody else
That niggas' shorty looks just like he did
So in a sense I guess my homeboy will live again
In the eyes of his seed forever dad
No one to call on when momma is doing bad
Mad at the world for the pain he feels
I pray to god that his momma shows him what's real
Chorus
(Verse Three)
Every day I thank god for watching over me
If I didn't have rapping I don't know where I would be
Trying to move a key strong armed robbery
My destiny could have been an early death of me
Just to be alive pushing twenty-five
I lived to talk about the shit many didn't survive
All I ask is that we think about the lives passed away
Never to see another sunny day
>From rocks in the hand to keys in the van
No more being broke waiting on the postman
Cost more than the time that you put into it
Now you got the cheese why the f**k you still do it
Greed a need to speed away your precious time
Playa use your mind find yourself another grind
If not for yourself... for the kids sake
Cause they'll all be where were all at today
Chorus
Man oh man
It's wild what these streets are doing to us
You know what I'm saying?
I was thinking I was telling my homie
If I were to name all the people that I knew
That was not here with us no more
It would take a whole album
You know what I'm saying?
So i wanna say rest in peace to my homeboy pinkhouse
Rest in peace to my homeboy dice
Who showed me much love in the short time i knew him
Rest in peace to my homeboy Nino

I wait for sundown on the fire escape
And watch the passing cars downstairs
I'm high above Korean groceries
A sublet castle in the air
It's down to cigarettes and rosaries
Christ, I wish someone would call me
Johnny Thunders on the radio
Ah but you can't put your arms
Around a memory
Maybe I could find a better way
But all I need is to feel connected now
Do you remember me
I sang that song you like
I sang that song for free
Now someone else sounds like me
As I make my way downtown
Downtown
Oh yeah
Downtown
See the old men on the Bowery
Take the night train to the stars
You can find me in the usual place
Inside the Temple Bar
I hear that Sally's got a gift for me
I hear she found it on St. Mark's
These days they all just talk like poetry
And shoot their mouths off shooting sparks
Maybe I could find a better way
But all I need now is to feel connected
Do you remember me
I sang that song you like
Way back in eighty-three
Number one
High as a kite
As I made my way downtown
Downtown
Oh yeah
Downtown
They've got paper cups for charity
Kools, pills and broken teeth, and dope
But I'll take another dry martini
And a chance on hope
And now someone else waits for me
And I got to get downtown
Downtown
Oh yeah
Downtown
I'm going way downtown
Oh yeah
I'm gonna see the man
I'm going way downtown
See the man
Going down yeah
I'm gonna see the man
Going downtown
Do you remember me

Take one step
Out the door
Look around
For a whole lot more
Off in the distance
Fire burn bright
We make decisions
That's what we do
That's what we do
Wild life
Wild life
When it's bad it ain't bad enough
I'll be your one
Your one and only
Like animals
Locked in the zoo
Give me freedom
Day and night
No one to tell me
What to do
I got to learn
Some respect
That's what I have
I have for you
Motivation
It comes and goes
But the questions
They stay alive

You can talk about the weather
Or the mayor's sister
You can talk about small talk
You can walk the city limits
In a matter of minutes
Talk about taking a walk
You can count the stars in the clear night sky
Or sit back and listen while the train rolls by
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
That rich young widow
Keeps talkin' to the preacher
Lord help their souls be saved
And Mr. Johnson's daughter
Flew in from Nevada
When they put him in his grave
Tommy took a summer job in Pontiac
He's still writing letters but he's not coming back
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
Hey it's a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey it's a small town
The place where we grew up
And still hang around
I'm easy to be found
Hey it's a small town.

A heart can break so easily
Friendship is forever
We'll stick together as one
'Cause we'll show them just what
we can
And he'll never, never, never
Treat you better anyway
Wipe away your big tears
The boy is just not worth it
Listen to what I have to say:
Chorus:
Life
Will never be the same
Will never be the same
If you take control
I tell you girl
Will never be the same
Will never be the same
If you rule your world
And then you'll feel that
You'll make it better on your own
A friend is there beside you
To share your ups and downs
Call me up when you need
And I'll make you
forget that cloud
And I'll always, always
Keep you smiling if I can
Let's go out together
And have some fun tonight
Listen to what I have to say
Chorus.
Bridge:
Trust your heart and swear
That you'll always be proud
I'm telling you once again
that you are P.R.E.T.T.Y.
And don't believe anything else

You know I've always felt
I ' m here with no one else
I hear, I've come apart
You've seen what's in my heart
I get so bored make your move now
I'll waste away for you
Don't bring me down
We're the same kind
I'm crying without you
I'm feeling all your pain
You know I feel the same
You really shouldn't question me
You're never satisfied
It's fucking me inside
You really shouldn't question me
It's true
It's all because of you
We're all so lost
You sleep
To rest your head
But me
I sleep to dream
I get so bored make your move now
I'll waste away for you
Don't bring me down
We're the same kind
I'm crying without you
I'm feeling all your pain
You know I feel the same
You really shouldn't question me
You're never satisfied
It's fucking me inside
You really shouldn't question me

You watched us in the night
Mamma Lorraine
You made the darkness bright
Mamma Lorraine
There was no sad tomorrow though we had no dime -
You'll stay in my heart till the end of the time.
Goodbye
i will keep you in my heart
Allright
oh Mama
we had to part.
So long
till the day we'll meet again
So long
My Love
Mamma Lorraine.
You kissed' away my tears
Mamma Lorraine
You helped me all the years
Mamma Lorraine
The end of your journey
you took your leave -
This song is for you
and is all I can give.
Goodbye
I will keep you in my heart
. . .
The bell is ringin'
singin'
all night long
I hear you softly whisper in my song.
Goodbye
I will keep you in my heart
. . .
Goodbye
I will keep you in my heart
. . .

(Warren Zevon)
Everybody's restless and they've got no place to go
Someone's always trying to tell them
Something they already know
So their anger and resentment flow
But don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Ayatollah's got his problems too
And even Jimmy Carter's got the highway blues
I went to see the Governor 'cause I thought that he would know
(you see I knew him)
He's been up all night listening to Mohammed's Radio
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
Everybody's desperate trying to make ends meet
Work all day, still can't pay the price of gasoline and meat
Alas, their lives are incomplete
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long Mohammed's Radio
I heard somebody singing sweet and soulful
On the radio, Mohammed's Radio
You've been up all night listening for his drum
Hoping that the righteous might just might just might just come
I heard the General whisper to his aide-de-camp
'Be watchful for Mohammed's lamp'
Don't it make you want to rock and roll
All night long
Mohammed's Radio

Well papa go to bed now it's getting late
Nothing we can say is gonna change anything now
I'll be leaving in the morning from St. Mary's Gate
We wouldn't change this thing even if we could somehow
Cause the darkness of this house has got the best of us
There's a darkness in this town that's got us too
But they can't touch me now
And you can't touch me now
They ain't gonna do to me
What I watched them do to you
So say goodbye it's Independance Day
It's Independance Day
All down the line
Just say goodbye it's Independance Day
It's Independance Day this time
Now I don't know what it always was with us
We chose the words, and yeah, we drew the lines
There was just no way this house could hold the two of us
I guess that we were just too much of the same kind
Well say goodbye it's Independance Day
It's Independance Day all boys must run away
So say goodbye it's Independance Day
All men must make their way come Independance Day
Now the rooms are all empty down at Frankie's joint
And the highway she's deserted clear down to Breaker's Point
There's a lot of people leaving town now, leaving their friends, their homes
At night they walk that dark and dusty highway all alone
Well papa go to bed now, it's getting late
Nothing we can say can change anything now
Because there's just different people coming down here now and they see things in
different ways
And soon everything we've known will just be swept away
So say goodbye it's Independance Day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say
But won't you just say goodbye it's Independance Day
I swear I never meant to take those things away

3 kids started off being friends to the end
Growing up in a time that turned boys to men
Carlo was the slick one, the little girls liked him
And all the little niggaz in the hood, wanted to fight him
But Carlo, main nigga James wasn't having that
James had boxing game and left niggaz laying flat
All of us 12 or 13 at the time
Drinking cheap wine, and smokin' brown bag dimes
I was into writing rhyme in class at school
Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool
One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit
Bragin' on they clique, and how many crews they click with
Tryin' to start some extra clip shit, them niggaz so for real
James so cool to get with f**ked his whole grill
Carlo, that slick nigga pulled a 22
They got some heat too, what the f**k we gonna do?
Bust and hit the backdoor, now we in the alleyway
Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin' to see another day
Blessed to escape the mayhem
Time and time again, we escaped the mayhem
(Talking)
Yo, whats been goin' on dogg?
Man, that shit goin' down dogg
what's goin' down with you?
I done heard you got rich huh?
You don't f**k around with us in the hood no more huh?
You know it's funny how shit changes, right?
How life can loosen up a friendship that's so tight
Years after all the horseplay and misdemeanor crimes
Us being homeboys, didn't seem so fine
Years of just f**kin' around, rappin' in the neighborhood
Found me with a gold album, tryin' to live my life good
Carlo got popped with 8 keys in a minivan
Somewhere in Tex, Arcan, doin' about a hundred man
That nigga James, straight cutthroat on them snouts
Robbin' dope boys, gettin' what the f**k he want
The game changed, now you gotta play with death
Now I have to ask myself
Chorus:
Do you remember your childhood, back when
You didn't have to have loot, to have friends
Now it's all about your benjamins, your cash flow
And if a nigga f**k with that, he better know
Time changed everything, between us
And if I see you in the streets, I gotta bust
You used to be a friend to me, one I could trust
Now if you see me in the streets, you better bust
One day, I'm on my way to the studio, ya dig?
Pick up a zip of hay, after I drop off my kids
Flippin' through the hood, seen James with his little crew
Blue rags up, in a drop top Malibu
Bloodshot eyes, I could smell the dip burnin'
Bumpin' DJ Squeeky, flashin' what the earnin'
He asked about Carlo, well what can I say?
I write him when I get a chance, but I pray for him everyday
Lookin' at my ride, tellin' me nigga you comin' up
F**kin' with that rappin' stuff, I guess you just forgot about us
Nah cat, it ain't like that
I gotta eat, that's when James clicked and pulled out his f**kin' heat
I hit the gas, he kept bustin' till the clip was empty
17 shots, and didn't nothin hot nip me
Quickly, grabbed my shit and opened it up wide
The nigga on the passenger side instantly died
James bailed, I gave chase, f**k the consequence
If I let him live, he'll start another incident
12 years ago, I never thought I'd see the day
Shit would ever be this way

once there was a young girl
but old enough to know, girl (?)
went by the name of Ladybird
charmed you with the one hand
and broke you in the next hand
then she'd be gone out of your life
if you've got time (if you've got time)
and you're ever to change her mind (to change her mind)
you'll need more than a glass of wine
she's not that kind of girl
you'll never win (you'll never win)
'cause she leaves when you think you're in (think you're in)
doesn't care if it's her or him
she's not that kind of girl
mornings are the cruelest
no no, no, nothing more or less
just slept with the thought of Ladybird
everywhere you see her
her new possession with her
more than they're not listening to you
if you've got time (if you've got time)
and you're ever to change her mind (to change her mind)
you'll need more than a glass of wine
she's not that kind of girl
you'll never win (you'll never win)
'cause she leaves when you think you're in (think you're in)
doesn't care if it's her or him
she's not that kind of girl
[repeat chorus 2x more]

How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
( Puffy: )
While I'ma ride for you, would you ride for me?
While I'ma die for you, would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats
Let they man get struck, never strike back
Stay in the streets, seven days a week
Shit get hot, you never blaze your heat
Stupid motherfucker wanna play me sweet
So I keep 'em on his toes, that way he never sleeps
Bigger than the king and the Pope, sling no dope
Call me anything but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team don't choke
Wanna war, you niggaz better bring yo 4
And when I say we won't quit, believe this shit
When I talk about a Benz, let you see the 6
And when I'm talkin' to a hoe, let you meet my bitch
When Puff talk, you niggaz take heed of this
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
( Mase : )
Yo, if you down to act, we down to scrap
We beef '89, still watch your back
A nigga smack me, I'ma smack 'em back
If it lead to the guns, then that be that
And lately, niggaz that snake me, just make me
Wanna send 'em heat without AC
Thinks I'm sweet, taste me
How much you really want it?
Enough to put a mil on it or your deal on it?
This year Cancoon guess who I'm goin' with
My own niggaz, see I pay my own trip
Make my own chips, I copped my own 6
I knock my own shit, like I'm on my own dick
My day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops, come blaze the court
And though niggaz doubtful goin' to show
Disrespect the spin
Like a man below your belt
Me, I always have, so I never go for self
Had thousand dollar bills with Teddy Roosevelt
Better slow down, tellin' you now, put the dough down
Kick your door down, surround the block
Where you go now?
Fifty shots spit at you and that is not a whole round
Way I leave the furniture, think it was cold found
Here's the low-down, messin' with Mase gotta go down
What more could I say but hey, guess you niggaz know now
( Lil' Kim : )
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
Fuckin' right I'ma roll with my motherfuckin' dogs
Bitches ain't around when it's time to go to war
This shit here, nothing to fuck with
I'm an insane bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with
Little Kim spread like syphilis
You think I'm pussy?
I dare you to stick your dick in this
Chrome 44, inconspicuous in the 6-0-0, shit's rediculous
Speak when you're spoken to and only with permission
Like E.F. Hutton, when I talk, niggaz listen
So don't y'all be mad at me, cause I'm the Q to the B
To the motherfuckin' E-E
Copped my CD, now all y'all wanna be me
See me on the TV, bezel dip in 3D
Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out
My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out
I gets it on, money keep growin'
Ice fully glowin', plus I'm bad to the bone
In the danger zone, I hold my own when the pain is gone
Like a splinter ya enter
So why should I throw my blows and dough
Do a bid upstate and take the weight for your troubles
My nigga BIG, I'ma ride for
But there ain't to many niggaz that I'd die for
How many niggaz that'll die for you
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you (Why must we kill?)
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you (Aaaaaaah)
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you (Why must we kill?)
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you (Aaaaaaah)
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you
How many niggaz that'll die for you (Why must we kill?)
How many get the keys like to ride wit you
I ain't talkin' 'bout those that get high with you (Aaaaaaah)
Niggaz know, infrareds on ya head and they ride with you

Comin from the top of my, dome when I'm droppin my
Own type of style and, ain't nobody stoppin my
Rise to the very top, hit 'em up with all I got
Superstar, no I'm not, green weed, black glock
E'rybody want a piece, dirty like a pair of cleats
Niggaz run they mouth a lot, like bitches and parakeets
(Whoa!) How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it
(Whoa!) Make other boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or, some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free, rest play or follow me
Into another world, deep inside yo' own soul

Featuring Busta Ryhmes
bring it in can you feel it can you feel it
it's all about the money baby
[Eightball]
Big Eightball straight up out the south to you
honey coated money fool that's all I wanna do
spit dope that a nigga sat at the crip
and rolled me and philly phil on that flight
always tight all night sleepy niggas don't get paid
they get made into broke niggas everyday
i'm on some finance increased raps and beats
hip-hop glock poppin' hollow point heat
what you boys need I got it by the pidound
straight up out the midound make everybody get down
sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
ain't eightball at the mall with the brades
hey don't get fly cuz I can get fly too
cruisin' in a six double 0 right by you
from the bayou to the hudson I be bustin'
but if it ain't about money it ain't about nothin'
[Busta Ryhmes and Eightball]
it's all about money
this one goes to my niggas gettin' money
always on the grind
this one goes to my bitches gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my hustlers gettin' money
don't waste my time
this one goes to my thugs gettin' money
see it's all about flippin'
this one goes to my niggas gettin' money
tryin' get you a lick
this one goes to my bitches gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my thugs gettin' money
then it ain't about shit
this one goes to my hustlers gettin' money
[Eightball]
sometimes baby all about my E-N-D's
in the N-Y chillin' with B-U-S-T
we tight puttin' green sticky in the wind
blend with flipmode tryin' make a million
been pimpin' limpin' down 1-2-5
yellow cab Abdul and I gettin' high
9-1-7 roamin' long distance
Busta Ryhme come and gimme some asistance
[Busta Ryhmes]
floss I see millions with my affilians
my money bought the weed but I'm askin' where the philly went
money stack on the wall with Eightball
money Flipmode and Suavehouse takin' it all money
now we corporate bossy icy and frosty
maximize the cream cuz it's costly to be flossy
gimme my money gimme my yen gimme my peso
before my gat has to say so
(Chorus)(2X)
[Busta Ryhmes]
I said hey yo sonny first of all gimme my money
some much money we gettin' it ain't even funny
little corny niggas be tryin' take my money from me
when in they face bloody and leave 'em in the gully
givin' stupid niggas some money and watch 'em turn dummy
then he fuck up his money up in the streets rummy
my money and your money ain't even compatible
then I turn savage and cannibal if you ain't got my capital
money to eat money to hold heat money for flowers
lots of money to own streets money from sellin' cassetes
money and assets money I be givein' and I ain't even ask yet
you got nerve baby don't you know you get served baby
holdin' my federal reserve baby
money with me and the coporate world me like wallstreet
invest in loyal niggas on the street
it's all about money
this one goes to my niggas gettin' money
always on the grind
this one goes to my bitches gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my thugs gettin' money
don't waste my time
this one goes to my hustlers gettin' money
see it's all about flippin'
this one goes to my Houston gettin' money
tryin' get you a lick
this one goes to my Atl. gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my Tennesse gettin' money
then it ain't about shit
this one goes to my Alabama gettin' money
it's all about money
this one goes to my Cleveland gettin' money
always on the grind
this one goes to my Chicago gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my Frit gettin' money
don't waste my time
this one goes to my Kansas City gettin' money
see it's all about flippin'
this one goes to my New Orleans gettin' money
tryin' get you a lick
this one goes to my L.A. gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my Virginia gettin' money
then it ain't about shit
this one goes to my Detroit gettin' money
it's all about money
this one goes to my D.C. gettin' money
always on the grind
this one goes to my New York gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my New York gettin' money
don't waste my time
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
see it's all about flippin'
this one goes to my Houston gettin' money
tryin' get you a lick
this one goes to my San Antonio gettin' money
if it ain't about money
this one goes to my Everywhere gettin' money
then it ain't about shit
this one goes to my World gettin' money
none of ya'll little corny broke low budget motherfuckers
could understand this science here
it's that real live gettin' money shit motherfuckers
Eightball and MJG nuff love Busta Ryhmes Flipmode squad
Yeah we doin' this shit like a motherfuckin'
tri-lateral commision nigga
the new world aligns you broke pocket motherfuckin' bitch ass niggas
fuck off the block ya'll niggas don't know how we doin' this shit
the high finance way we support niggas and hit niggas
off with overhead money to continue their coporate set-up
broke bastards Hahhahaha....

F/ Carl Thomas
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat
I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap
In ya face,breath stink, you can't think
He wanna take you home cause you bought you a drink
It's a trip, but don't trip
Come flip
Wit this big 'ol playboy
That's only if
Ya down
Ya wit it wit it,let's hit the city
Come roll wit it
And you ain't got to spend a penny
In ya fendy outfit
It's so tight
You so right
I wanna kick it wit you all night
Hope you
Like me like that
I know I
Can make you come right back
A girl like you can get me on the right track
Hold up, forget I even said that
Wassup mama, you know where my head's at
Take ya time, when you ready baby holla back
[Chorus]
Since I saw you
I've only want to just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you
But I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me
[Verse 2]
Let's take a trip, lets get away, a few days
To a beach house,champagne everyday
Hot sand between ya toes
Ya skin smell sweet ma, just like a rose
I wanna get to know you better
Let's take a stroll
Forget about that club hoppin
That shit is old
Me and you connectin' from the soul
Make love with protection
That's how it goes(Since I saw you)
Wanna be, wit you
Tell me what you wanna do
Keep it hot, and I can keep it brand new
Feel me, and I'ma try to feel you
Wake up in the morning and see the real you
Hope we can stay on the same page
Hope we make love every single day
Don't-we-got-this-now
All you need to do is holla at me
[Chorus]
Since I saw you
I've only want just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you
But I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me
[Verse 3]
Baby girl
Hot girl
My girl
Fa sho girl
We can make this me and yo' world
Don't stop
Make it hit the floor girl
The more you do it
I love it even more girl
Got me talking 'bout you all in my flow girl
Got me lookin for you all at my show girl
Don't think, I can take it any mo'
Don't know why I'm trippin',baby I got plenty mo'
Dime pieces, but one like you
I can't explain this thing that I'm going through
Something that you doing got me comin back ma
Take my number, when you ready holla back
[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Yeah
Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat
I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap
In ya face, breath stink, you can't think
He wanna take you home 'cause you bought you a drink
It's a trip, but don't trip
Come flip wit this big 'ol playboy
That's only if ya down
Ya wit it wit it, let's hit the city
Come roll wit it
And you ain't got to spend a penny
In ya fendy outfit
It's so tight, you so right
I wanna kick it wit you all night
Hope you like me like that
I know I can make you come right back
A girl like you can get me on the right track
Hold up, forget I even said that
Wassup mama, you know where my head's at
Take ya time, when you ready baby holla back
Since I saw you I've only want to just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you but I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me?
Let's take a trip, lets get away, a few days
To a beach house, champagne everyday
Hot sand between ya toes
Ya skin smell sweet ma, just like a rose
I wanna get to know you better
Let's take a stroll
Forget about that club hoppin'
That shit is old
Me and you connectin' from the soul
Make love with protection
That's how it goes
(Since I saw you)
Wanna be wit you
Tell me what you wanna do
Keep it hot, and I can keep it brand new
Feel me, and I'ma try to feel you
Wake up in the morning and see the real you
Hope we can stay on the same page
Hope we make love every single day
Don't we got this now
All you need to do is holla at me
Since I saw you I've only want just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you but I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me?
Baby girl, hot girl, my girl, fa sho girl
We can make this me and yo' world
Don't stop, make it hit the floor, girl
The more you do it, I love it even more, girl
Got me talking 'bout you all in my flow, girl
Got me lookin for you all at my show, girl
Don't think, I can take it any mo'
Don't know why I'm trippin', baby I got plenty mo'
Dime pieces, but one like you
I can't explain this thing that I'm going through
Something that you doing got me comin' back, ma
Take my number, when you ready holla back
Since I saw you I've only want just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you but I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me?
Since I saw you I've only want just to know you
Give you the best of me
I employ you but I won't play no fool to adore you
Could you holla back at me?

F/ Koncrete
[Eightball]
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah nigga
Uh uh, yeah yeah
Eightball nigga, Koncrete nigga
Yeah yeah, uh
Yeah yeah
[Koncrete]
Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping
It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic
Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here
Explicit content misfits fear now let's get this shit clear
This instant right here
Set it I bet it they won't forget it I wrote I edit
Call the paramedic
Said I meant it still in it to win it
From start to finish no gimmick
Got to give spinach ya timid
I'm rugged so fuck it I love it
Dogs we stay above it corrupted
From dawn to dusk so we can thug it (Naw)
To all my broken kinfolkin stressing keep on smoking
Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind again
Living dirty gots to get with it time to go and get it
8ways we represent it all my noggins is demented
Better watch them cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it
Swish this tre like Hardaway send they soldiers far away
But I'm living on the corner got this hardened marijuana
Know it's wrong but fuck that leave me where the bucks at
Last year was hard this one looking even worser now
Chilled from the start but my anger got me colder now
Whatcha really gon' do round here
We stuck like Chuck and we can't get out
On the block and I'ma sell them rocks
Rock come through and we got to open up shop
(Yeah Koncrete Eightball like this right here)
Yeah yeah that's how we do it nigga
[Chorus: 4x]
When I open up my mouth you can hear the south
Packing guns stacking funds fuck selling out
[Eightball]
I got my nigga's with me
You got a problem with something
I say then come get me
I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold Remy
At the club looking at girls with big ass and titties
The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank Nitti
We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay gritty
We on the rise real fast like gas prices
The industry is bland so we came to add spices
Heat it up beat it up thugs treat it up
Transform it into something that's complete with us
You didn't know I run with killers on a regular
Conceal weapons rhyme skill is spectacular
Little Nicky got my back baby bear witness
Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples
Deon and Mint Green make it seem so simple
8ways representing making other crews cripple
You know I, you know I.. I..
[Chorus: 4x]
[Koncrete]
We rugged like cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous
They speaking that haterism you need to behave fellas
We banging fo' sho now you'd think we be slow now
Them 'Bama boys ripping hard we make you say oh now
I never come synthetic the lyrical diabetic
You should be apologetic for spittin shit so pathetic
So roll up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona
Don't make Lil' Man put it on ya
You sweating me like a sauna
My nigga get real with it from here to Mobile with it
We showing y'all still with it so nigga just deal with it
Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on that cognac
So let's get this platinum plaque so we can watch paper stack
I be that nigga from the 'Bama 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar
Call me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma
Pose for that camera cat be sweeter than Tropicana
All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the glamour
My country grammar have bitches come out of pajama
But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the slammer
Me and my fama out there dirty be actin nutty with ?Buddy?
Keeping it smutty even the ?butty cut it what?
Busters ain't wonder what they facing
Niggas got them thoughts that longer than tele-communications
Wait for the ?room of incubrations?
Slab we be blazing spitting that southern incantations
[Chorus: 4x]
[Eightball]

As the autumn leaves fell in the month of october
I found myself chiefin hay and everyday never sober
got gin drippin down my chin and smoke in my lungs
pullin hellified hos with my devilish tongue
silk tailor maid i dont need your name on my back
got these bitches mind addicted to that shit like it
was crack
I went from good to bad, bad to worse to evil
Never thought I'd see myself not trusting my own people
Right up under my nose
In the form of niggas and hos
All playing by the rules, cause that's all I ever been
told
An eye for an eye, do onto others as they do you
Turn the other cheek, and watch how many mothafuckas do
Decieving
Got you believing while they fiending
Tryin to break even
A Nigga Damn near stopped breathin
scared for my sons like mind is already at the end
trying to make a change so they dont have to go where i
have been
But then, the line between sin and what's right
opened my heart to god
and hope i get in touch right
i just might take a life
stop breath
bring death to all of my visinity until there is just
me left
Chorus
I've been searching all this time
trying my best to find my way
running around trying to chase this money
it's taken me around the world in a day
blowing smoke all out my nose
getting in and out of clothes
fooling around with midnight hos
man that's just the way life goes...
It's hard to run
Tobacco from the blunts got me winded
My sanity has ended
I'm now where I pretended
to be
a millineum away from reality
as far as the eye can see
there is no one but me
Ruins from a past life
as far back as last night
burn like witchcraft
giving my path plenty light
I close my eyes
I cannot believe what I'm seeing
evil demons, posing like they human beings
Invade my trip, those bitches came equipped with banana
peels
tryin to make a pimp nigga slip
some have no lips
some have no eyes
and it's strange how they never stop the lies or the
spies
from cluttering
damn near smothering
always hovering
above me
masked face, actin like they love me
always want to judge me
playa that aint for you to do
cause one day, higher power's got something for me and
Chorus
I close my eyes and try to imagine I'm somewhere else
other than this hell we call earth
from birth to death
set my mind free chemically
helps me solve
O-Z's of trees on to me until my spirit is numb
oral inhalation
hallucogenics, sedation
illegal medication
forces me into hibernation
now my thoughts seem as vivid as a rainbow
I'm visited by an angel, who come to make my pain go
On the outside, it's all peaches and cream
In my mind I hear screams
from horrible dreams
flashbacks of some shit I wish I could forget
on the verge of having a fit
not afraid to admit
I'm lost
and I don't know
which way to go
I don't know who I can call that can save me so
I'm gonna drop to my knees
and ask to be forgiven
and pray for another way for me to be livin (repeat)

Chorus:(Randy)
Starships and Rockets in a world that don't give a damn
Bullets fly past me, who can I trust
A player doing the best I can
If you set yo' mind free baby
Maybe you'll understand
Starships and Rockets, in a world that don't give a damn
Verse 1 (Eightball):
As the sunsets, I take off my specs
Sit down and collect, my thoughts of another day in the past
How it don't last like it use to last
It's common place to get yo' ass splattered from a gun blast
Not trying to preach, just trying to reach out and feel me
I chose the righteous path and now people are out to kill me
Killing myself, advertising suicide
Explaining formulas for black on black genicides
In other words I apologize
Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified
Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit
But through it all man, I've always been a lyrisct
>From high school, to a hole in a wall, shotting pool
On top of the world, and a nigga still paying dues
Singing the blues, cause saturday morning mom bumped it
Love and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets
Rolled up in my brain with that hay and hen
Using God giving talents, slanging wealth and sin
Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof
And all around me, my world is turning to
Chorus
Verse 2 (Eightball):
Look at the asteroids wizzing past you
Video taping everything with they cameras flashing
They caught me dashing out the studio, with the 2 inch tape
>From the hood to stage it just ain't no escape
>From the devil, no matter who you are it's hard to beat 'em
>From the TV that 'cha watching to the food that 'cha eating
We been jackomentally, by the enemy
And sometime the enemy could end up being kind to me
Space Age pimp flexing, detectixing plexing
Friends turn to foes trying to be slicker than Westin
Lessons get taught by the one's fucking up constantly
Pressured by they peers, distracted by they eyes and ears
Nigga's sell they souls trying to get the goals in
End up wonderin' were the bump in road end
Then again time won't stop tickin' away
You won't get shit if you don't get on up and get it today
New shit turn to old shit quick
While we killing each other trying to impress a bitch
Lost in the clouds, drowing in that 80 proof
And all around us, our world is turning to
Hook (Randy):
Starships and rockets in a world that don't give a damn
Bullets fly past me who can I trust
A player doing the best I can
If you set yo' mind free baby, maybe you'll understand (what)
Starships and rockets, in a world that don't give a damn, yeah, yeah
Don't 'cha know we got starships, and rockets
Got bullets all around me, yeah
A Can ya feel me, can ya' feel me
We're living, livin'
On Pluto, and Mars, and Mercury
Starships, and Rockets
Say everybody hear what I saaaaaaaay

[MGJ Intro]
Huh, yeah, Ball you could dig this one ponta
Got that boom, huh, boom-boom, boom, boom
[Chorus Children] 2x
He is the Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders
[Eightball verse 1]
Who wanna ride wit the big Ball
Im fo dos, I got room enough for all of yall
If you don't know me Im the one they call the "Fat
Mack"
Im givin instructions on, "How to Lace a Phat Track"
I come from hard times hopin Im never goin back
Never thought that all of this would come from writing
Raps
Big money, big grills, big cars
Women used to trip, now they wanna know who we are
I stayed the same while everything around me changed
My old pontas locked up fuckin wit them thangs
Its not a game, really it's a damn shame
Cause if I wasn't here I'd probably be wit them mane
Thank the Lord Im not, knock on wood baby
This whole world crazy, everybody livin shady
And Im stuck in the middle stayin true to myself
I can't be nobody else, tell em who I am...
[Chorus Children] 2x
He is the Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders
[Eightball verse 2]
From Lamar Cove and Orange Mound
To Bill St. where the legendary put it down
Memphis, Tennessee is where I got my home training
In the streets instead of sittin at home complainin
Mississippi, Arkansas, and everything in-between
I know it's real, but it all feels like a dream
In New Orleans smokin out wit my dogg Woo
When done seen so much shit between me and you
Nashville Ima holla at my nigga C
All my niggas, oh yeah rest in peace P
Dallas, Im wit Rally at Phenomena
Houston Im everywhere, holla at me Ma
But it aint nothing like them thick-ass Georgia
Peaches
Sweet fruit and they never are out of season
It don't matter if you in the ghetto or the burbs
Ask somebody, whos that... and they'll say...
[Chorus Children] 2x
He is the Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders
[Eightball verse 3]
My nigga G in V.I.P, in St. Lou
Duke and Coo runners in Miami can't forget you
Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Sapp smokin wit me
Me and Moss in Minnesota smokin green-sticky
Dave and 'Toine got my back when Im in the Apple
My cousin Forty got me drinkin E&J; and Snapple
Louisville, Money Mike what's the deal baby
All my Alabama niggas keep it real baby
O.H and the Dime always on my mind
Cleveland to Cincinnati hoes so fine
Detroit all the way to Flint, Michigan
I spanked this broad but I really wanted to spank her
Friend
Nappy City where the thugs keep it real gritty
Chi-Town where you might loses yo life quickly
From the streets, to the clubs, to the stage
Ask about Ball, and they all gone say...
[Chorus Children] 2x
He is the Slab Rider
Orange Mounder, Third-Coast Sider
He is the Slab Rider
Big hydro, fifthteen riders
[Children] 2x
Keep ridin, ridin, ridin, Eighball just keep on
Ridin
Keep ridin, ridin, ridin, Orange Mound and
Third-Coast Sidin
[Eightball Outro]
Yeah, yeah Fat Boy... representin you know what Im
Talkin bout
Like always baby, stay shocked out, to all my real
Niggas stayin down
Stayin true, ya know what Im sayin
We gone get this money baby, we gone do it how it go,
Yot know what Im talkin bout
Yeah, we gone grind, we gone hustle
All them boys that didn't think we could do it, the
Doubters, the haters we gone do it for them
We doin it for the doubter and haters, the one that
Think we can't do it, yeah this for you
Straight from them slab riders, them niggas that be
Grindin for real, them niggas that be hustlin for
Real

Shit nigga, a ho is a ho, a ho a shit
I'm strictly referring to them ho-ass niggaz, feel me?
I go by the name of that boy Diddy
This is my man Fatboy, you know
Eightball niggaz, that's right, heh
Yeah, I pull up with my niggaz, you know it's on and poppin'
I'm the fattest mack, so everybody watchin'
My Timbo's ain't scuffed, I go "I got enough"
That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff
Them real playaz chief it, nothin' but ballers keep it
You could smell it on my clothes so it ain't no secret
Rag on my head, braids to the back
Gimme that Grey Goose and put that 'gnac back
I'm on another level, bitches I got several
Don't try to rob me, I got that heavy metal
You in the dirt now, you underground now
Can't make a sound now, you wanna clown now?
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Yo, what's the deal pimpin', I'm so for real pimpin'
I get my Cinderella with unbroken seals pimpin'
I flip a big truck with some big rims
I get my dick sucked when I pull out the Benz
Switchin' CD's watchin' DVD's
Now MLK in my SUV
Pigeons jockin' me, they wanna ride wit' me
You gotta be down ho, like Bobby Brownin' wit' me
I'm not gorilla pimpin' but I keep them killas wit' me
Yo you for real nigga, think you can deal wit me?
You got a couple of guns, you know a couple of dudes
You need to shut your mouth, this what you need to do
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Listen carefully, lemme tell you somethin'
This song is dedicated, to niggaz out there bumpin'
Talkin' too much, fakin', shakin', frontin'
You got a lot to say and didn't nobody ask you nothin'
Might get yo' jaw broke, might get yo' wig split
Might get yo' car shot up, might get yo' dough kicked
Might get you kidnapped, might get yo' neck snapped
Don't get your feelings hurt thinkin' this is just a rap
To all you little mamas, that wanna get my number
After the show is over, you wanna come on over
You wanna sip Mo', you wanna smoke 'dro
Ask me twenty questions, this ain't no talk show
I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband
I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend
Don't need no best man, don't need no wedding band
Close ya mouth and listen close to what I'm sayin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about that money you makin'
You playin' games, ho
Ain't 'bout no talkin' or fakin'
Stop playin' games, ho
It's about the life you livin'
You playin' games, ho
Look at all this money you missin'
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playin' games, ho
You playin' games, ho
Stop playing games, ho
Now stop playin'

Featuring MJG]
[EightBall]
Let it loose
Mature content
Here we come again bitch in your mothafuckin' face
EightBall and M J fuckin' G rippin' up the place
Comin' out hard like I told you I was gonna do
At the Marriott lettin' your hoe do what she wanna do
Not because I paid her or made her
Nigga who you think I be a trick and give my money up?
No no I got game for a hoe
Baggets and combo
In a wooded out Tahoe
Murder niggaz
Cane slangin', gang bangin'
Hand language got my mind twisted and tangled
I remember walkin' up and down Orange Mound
Memphis Tenn, that's my mothafuckin' stompin' ground
Made it out, givin' back, bustin' dope raps
You can't run, in every neighborhood they bustin' caps
Country niggaz, tinted out, gettin' fucked up
The wrong move will get your whole crew fucked up
I wouldn't speak it, if I never thought it dig this
You critisize this, bitch, I gotta live this
So i keep my pen, and I keep my 4-5th
Light a spliff, nigga me and G comin' through
Chrous
Stompin', Pimpin'
You can't fuck with this
Stompin', Pimpin'
Ain't no competition
Stompin', Pimpin'
We the shit nigga
Stompin', Pimpin'
Bitch come and get some
[MJG]
We got that big pimpin' and I'm big footin'
Shit I'm doin' it, you couldn't
Hell, Suave House got it locked down
Nigga, you shouldn't, even try
To fuck with M-J should I pimp this for excersize
Woman, I don't want your pussy, now rest your thighs
No testin' eyes, stays on my B's and U's and D's
I got my P-H-T-D
Pimp hoes to death in '83
Memories they rollin' over
dick riders, keep me focused
Huh, what you say bro, you aint' know this
Get off the ground, now you know this
And bitch, shut up talkin' to me with that same old,
Say, say, like a, can I touch your braids, and a, can I see you
shades?
Hell no bitch, can I see you dough, can I see your jaws?
Get away from me, old groupie ass bitch
Go suck some balls
Ain't no stoppin' us
Niggaz, you need to realize, quickly
Fuck you, if you, niggaz ain't with me
Cool ass teacher
Comin' out your bitch house, limpin', nigga
Stompin', pimpin'
Chorus
[EightBall]
Yeah, we be droppin' dope shit for the real ones
Niggaz got real guns, cause they make real funds
Hood cats, who only fuck with hood rats
Blunt rollin' hoes, holdin' on to daddy's sack
Stashin' gats, if I ask, she gon' let it loose
I practiced tellin' hoes everything but the truth
Stay away from funky niggaz, cause they turn to thieves
On my knees, meditatin' smokin' trees
Shootin' game, with hard core rap agility
Cross the globe with my southern mackability
Black fat nigga all about my green stack nigga, we pack nigga
This ain't no act nigga
Chorus
Come and get some
98, these weak niggaz death date
Bitch come and get some
Yeah
Uh, uh
Make it funky for 'em
Play it back one time
Straight Stompin', Pimpin''
Space Age forever
What you say?
Know what I'm sayin'?
What you say?
Let me ride, for my real niggaz
Yeah
EightBall the fat mack (one time)
And MJG
Space Age forever
Suave House nigga
Suave House nigga
Suave House nigga
Suave House nigga
Know what I'm talkin' about?
Keep it goin' baby
Split one
Fill it up
Roll it up
Spark it up (fire it up)
Know what I'm sayin'?
Smoke with me
Smoke with me
Get high with me
Nigga ride with me