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[Featuring Bun B Of UGK]
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[EightBall]
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Check 1 2
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Check 1 2 baby yeah uh
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1 2 1 2 microphone check 2
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somebody better tells these mothafuckers how we wreck fools
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Disrespect fools
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Check and snap necks too
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Chrushin' duos
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Sittin' waitin' on the next 2
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Nigga me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
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Gone off illegal shit bustin' out the sunroofs
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Scatterin' niggaz chatterin'
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About where they been
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Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
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Stereotipical, down South country shit
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On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
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It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
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Makin' hip-hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
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Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
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Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
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Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
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Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South
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Chorus:
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[EightBall]
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I don't know where ya been,
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And I don't know what ya seen
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But I know deep down South,
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It's all about the green
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[Bun]
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Now, I don't know what ya seen,
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And I don't know where ya been
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But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N
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[EightBall]
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I don't know what you've done,
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And I don't know what you do
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But I know deep down South
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Nigga, it's all on you
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[Bun]
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Now, I don't know what you do
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An I know what you've done
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But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else,
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But Ball and Bun
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[Bun]
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I see no evil,
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Say no evil,
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Hear no evil,
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Try not to get in no evils
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Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
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Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
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South gon' put that crush down
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Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
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Takin' that shit so much clown
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Don't even sound real no mo'
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Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
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Fuck you and that steel .44
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I'm triz, oh hoe
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Pay your dumbasses no nevermind
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Flip flows, so clever shine
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Like diamond grapes on leather vines
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Forever I regard it
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As the first fool that started
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Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
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Hands, black hearted, cold
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Get retarded
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Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
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I played niggaz
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Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
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I stay niggaz
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That is the fight, what you believe
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Give you life room to breathe
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But tonights the night for you to leave
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As soon as sleep
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Ain't got, no tricks up,
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Your still get mixed up
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From Southern black macks
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That stay gettin' they dicked sucked
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Chorus
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[EightBall]
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Crooked as the first letter in the word South
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Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
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Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
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At my nigga house
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98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
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Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
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Grippin' my nuts
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Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
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Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
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Test us, guess what?
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True but, you just, messed up
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Deeper, than encyclopedia Britanica
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If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya
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[Bun]
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To all you Betty Crocker,
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Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
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But don't know what it took to make that bitch,
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Take a look you fake
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And switch your recipe
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Niggaz always takin' tests of me
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Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
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Bring the best of me
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Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
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I seperate from stem and weed
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Me, I go, murder
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Murder them in deep blood clot
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They get all red hot from lead shots
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And what not
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Mine, I go dead after red dot
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And buckshot,
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So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
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Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
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This where the buck stops
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Chorus
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[EightBall Talking]
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Yeah, Euphoric images
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Psycadelic gangsta shit
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This is fuckin' groovy man
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I'll be back
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3004
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Ball And Bun
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| Eightball |
