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Artist:Eightball w Bun
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Track:B of UGK Ball And Bun
Date Added:18/10/2007
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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
me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the
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

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
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
I don't know what you've done,
And I don't know what you
But I know deep down South
Nigga, it's all on you
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

I see no evil,
Say no evil,
no evil,
Try not to get in no evils
Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
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
triz, oh hoe
Pay your dumbasses no nevermind
Flip flows, so clever shine
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
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
stay gettin' they dicked sucked


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?
but, you just, messed up
Deeper, than encyclopedia Britanica
If Ball don't do it, then
Bun-B gonna handle ya

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
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


[EightBall Talking]

Yeah, Euphoric images
Psycadelic gangsta shit
This is fuckin' groovy man
be back
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