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letra de ball and bun - eightball

[eightball]
check 1, 2
check 1, 2 baby, yeah, uh
1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
somebody better tells these mothaf–kers how we wreck fools
disrespect fools
check and snap necks too
chrushin’ duos
sittin’, waitin’ on the next 2
n-gg-, me and bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
gone off illegal sh-t, bustin’ out the sunroofs
scatterin’, n-gg-z chatterin’
about where they been
where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
stereotipical, down south country sh-t
on the real, we on the hustlin’ makin’ money sh-t
it’s eightbizall makin’ n-gg- 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 n-gg-z, got a lot of sh-t 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
n-gg-, 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 n-body 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
n-gg- lay your philly, and you’ll touch down
takin’ that sh-t so much clown
don’t even sound real no mo’
your cap’ll get peeled, slo-mo
f–k you and that steel .44
i’m triz, oh hoe
pay your dumb-sses no nevermind
flip flows, so clever shine
like diamond grapes on leather vines
forever i regard it
as the first fool that started

movin’ g-ssed up n-gg-z till they farted
hands, black hearted, cold
get r-t-rded
like slingblade, it bring made n-gg-z
i played n-gg-z
still wanna see a thing fade n-gg-z
i stay n-gg-z
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 d-cked sucked

chorus

[eightball]
crooked as the first letter in the word south
n-gg-z who be ’bout gettin’ paid, even when it’s a drought
f–kin’ some stout, smokin’ out
at my n-gg- house
98 live, side bet and gettin’ screwed out
screwed up, drinkin’ my cup
grippin’ my nuts
hoes be jockin’, but eager n-gg-z get setup
wet up, f–ked up, what’s up?
test us, guess what?
true but, you just, messed up
deeper, than encyclopedia britanica
if ball don’t do it, then bun-b gonna handle ya

[bun]
to all you betty crocker,
c-ck knockers that wanna cook a cake
but don’t know what it took to make that b-tch,
take a look you fake
and switch your recipe
n-gg-z 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 b-tch n-gg-z get the f–k out
leave suckas stuck, f–k props
this where the buck stops

chorus

[eightball talking]
yeah, euphoric images
psycadelic gangsta sh-t
this is f–kin’ groovy man
i’ll be back
3004

- eightball

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