8Ball

Yeah
Infamous in ya area
Eightball in ya area
About to cause mass hysteria

Yo, ashes to ashes big gats to little
I put it to you clear while you cats talkin riddles
Snake and buck at me
If you did I'd say you got lucky
Trained to tread through land to get muddy

Ayo, blood rap
Survival of the fifth style cat
I puts it down blow a round at your baseball cap
Pee, Niggas saying damn why I be like that
Listen close you can learn from it
It's real black

Gangsta shit makes the world rotate
If eight was all make a nigga want to gain some weight
Fat belly black motherfuckin D-O-G
And I'm a thug for them young niggas thuggin for me

Ayo
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Live and direct from the south to your stereo
Prepare for bustin and dumpin okay player here we go
Strapped with infa-red raps when I hit the traps
Crack the wack into pieces when I hit the track
Like stone to glass I shatter they raggedy ass
South style waiving my motherfuckin soldier rag
A hard illustration of my brutal lifestyle
Memphis Ten made a lot of niggas buck wild
The root to all evil daily I chase it
Blow it on weed and drink then hustle to replace it
It's hard from the start where I lay my head
We get rowdy and bust shots till we raise the dead


Yo fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

Feel my though, You don't want to get filled up with holes
Moms filling out surgery cards blowing her nose
Wiping her tears cause something on your top got shot
Should have brought alone wit you what you loaned on the block
Fuck, leaving without it dunn I'd rather get knocked
Charged with a ten body for a nigga get shot
For a weak ass bitch, fuck that little whore
Even though she get my dick harder than the parol board
Stick and move, slide in, slide out big guns
Mack milly prepare to mob you steel phillies
Connected with Eightball dunn so what's the drilly
Out to take it all if you wit me then feel me

Don't get yourself shot
Bleedin to death hops
I pop canners off leave a nigga head whopped
A maverick my H-K will work magic
You'll find yourself in the O-are for talkin that shit
Street justice I tip the scale over cousin
I hold more weight you just a no name nigga frontin
Get your hardware lets treat it like a contest
And we can dance till one of us drop from being hit
Murda Muzik my street life influenced it
Its so real bredren I wouldn't test it I rep it
A renegade crack your top like devil spring
Vigilante niggas know the song I sing

It go
Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
No mistakes for the fake no escape
Chop them boys up and puttin it in their face

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my ice pick niggas one
To all my dunns trying to get the fuck up out of the sprungs

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my Queens Duns, Niggas who pump drugs
To all the housing projects who rep for they hood

Fuck where you at kid
Its where you from
Cause where we from niggas pack nothing but the big guns
To all my gold grill niggas and my trail niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas
South to east we keep it hard for them real niggas

(Young Buck)
I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches
No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes
Get Some Money Hoe Why You Wanna Watch Mine
Ain't No Tellin' What I'm Gon' Be Drivin Next Time
Seven Figga Nigga We Don't Buy The Bar No Mo
Pull Up The Paper Work Tell The Owner He Can Go
Walk Like a Pimp Bitch
Talk Like a Soldier
I Got New York Niggas Candy Paintin Up They Rovers
It Say 200 But It Go a Little Over
Not The Corvette The Ferrari Testarossa
We Can Bet On Any Point On The Dice
Pick Em Up
Shake Em Twice
Get Em Girl
Look I'm Nice
I'm So Clean With My G-Unit Kicks On
I Might Be Goin' In When Pimp C Get Home
If You Don't Like Me Say It to My Face
Just Because I Caught a Case Don't Mean You Can't Be Erased

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(Bun B)
You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US
From North To The South East Mid To The West
Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me
They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G'
A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted
Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It
Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3
Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees
My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath
By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left
When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents
There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent
Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please
Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First
Mothaf**kin' Sale
I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun
If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

(MJG)
They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That
I'm Packin' Some Weight And
They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas
They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What
Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn
And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho
They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb
You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track
I'm About To Pull a Bun
And Bust A F**kin' Cap

(8 Ball)
All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches
And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll Niggas Some Bitches
Undercover Groupie Niggas Want Them Stop And Plead
For The Last Time I Don't Smoke Regular Weed
It Don't Matter Where We At Man
We Firin It Up
Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us
Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth
And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About

It Must Be The Ice Or The Money That I Make
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face
It Gotta Be These Cars Or The Trips That I Take
That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch
Hoe, Say It to My Face (Yeah), Say It to My Face (Yeah)
They Talk Behind My Back But They Won't Say It to My Face

*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo
Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night
Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life
Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down
She gotta understand what I know now
Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch
Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch
I travel throughout the year
I keep a woman with a house and her own career
So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's
your name?)
Too Short baby, don't need to trick
I give her what she want cause I'm a real player
Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later

*Repeat

See I ilke them crazy hoe
Them straight, get down and pay me hoe
I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe
Make my creep fall right out my clothes
On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow
Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go)
Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh)
Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo'

Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe
Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe
Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath
To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self
For as I cut one but two down the line
But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime?
And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique
To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick

Quote for quote, who tote like this
Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit
Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed
I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed
Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight
Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might
Bag these bitches like groceries
Player to player, you can't get close to me
Now who you 'posed to be?
Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly
And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?)
Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay)
But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds
I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know
I slang flow, east to west
Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test

*Repeat (x2)

Lay it down, lay it down
You hoes lay it down
When the real motherfuckin' player come around
Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak
Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee
Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne
Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man
Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that?
I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes
Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes
Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes
I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches
All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches
I like women with they head on straight
Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight
Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds
Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes

*Repeat (x4)

[Too Short talking in background]