I'm in and out before you have time to remember [Verse 2: C.O.S.] I let your blood spill, then chase the murder with some 8-ball and never leave a trace
[Intro: Grime] Uh... yeah... Wuuuuu... g-yea Bedstuy, Brooknam, baby That's all on our city (Brooknam! Get ya money) [Grime:] It's like hood life, paper
(187, 187, 187) (Who's next?) [Intro: Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs] Screwed Up Click You know what this means, right
[Intro] Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*} And check it out, ha [Verse 1] My raps do laps around tracks and adapt to any environment
[Intro/Hook:] Looseys, I remember loosey [x8] Well, bust how I'm flippin, flappin Rippin up the rappin Look at the way I kick it, I'm wicked, it happen
(feat. Jacka & Big Tone) JACKA'S INTRO.... Yeah- Davina- what's happenin'..... It's the Jack.... Fremont- the Bay stand up.... HOOK: (DAVINA) Bay Luv
niggaz on a journey You can come with me willingly or leave on a gurney Gargantuan, cannon cocker BLAKA BLAKA BLAKA Motherfucker Kurupt a couple percussions Passed around like "8Ball
(feat. Just Da Barber) [Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Not enough liquor, man Go to the L.Q. or somethin' man This shit is crazy right here, yo The fuck...
label an business that uh didn't want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony Draper, E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MJG gettin
homeboyz chill Niggaz out there makin' that dolla' I pulled up in my '64 Impala They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin' And from tha 8-ball my breath
want a Shady? Well, you got it, man. I ain't apologizin' for shit. [Chorus] [Outro:] Man, I'm takin' my ball and goin' home, man! Shit is too easy. Nobody even wants to pass me the ball
ja and ima read that motherfucker off from april you pussies think i went soft since 8 mile when i come back ill be shootin more than just paint balls
(feat. Baby Sham) [Intro] Yeah, where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Ladies and gentlemen, it's the unit for the 9-8. Flipmode Squad
my block bubblin' You fumble the rock, but 8 is all you got? My click wit stay shit, bitches leave you stiff with long dick Or thirty years, a convict, you Sammy Ball
G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7: Young Buck] I'm talkin bout Scarface, OutKast, and 8Ball UGK all day is what we would play, dawg I was
[The Game:] Damn it's 1am already huh shit ep you ain't lost a muthafuckin beat since that doctors advocate intro this shit sound crazy piano keys 808
ass niggas It's called betrayal He on a mission to become a ball player Flip big Benz's, flossin all gators Had it all mapped out,6-8,12th grader Fresh
8-ball, ready to brawl All for one, all for Pillage, run y'all across stage Come in your state, bust down your gate Throw spit like a tre'-8, Ghostface
