Альбом 8Ball & MJG

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[Chorus x2]
We started the shit, and we gon' finish the shit!

[MJG:]

Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich
Started this shit and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit
We gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its shitted
Here its time for them niggas in Memphis, Tenn to get deep within it
How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
for what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck
then posted up and down like they didn't really give a fuck
I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
bust back at KKK's who try to follow me
these hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations
any other tactics I need, I use imagination
I'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of nigga
shit that I already know you try to figure
give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail
don't you see we got this shit built up, can't pry a nail
in my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit
using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this
space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin'
still keep on bringing people back to old situations
I change the stations but they playing the same list
we started the shit and we gon' finish the shit

[Chorus x4]

[Eightball:]

Mental battlescars polluting my cranium
watered down fake niggas I'm draining 'em and training 'em
Claiming them Suave House niggas to the dirt bitch
cross the family and you gon' find yourself gettin hurt, bitch
peices all in a nigga mind it ain't reality
fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity
born dyin every minute death is closer to me
its like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything
pain when another motherfucker try to touch me
anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me
8-B-A-double L, fat M-A-C
nice with a mic and I don't think you wanna fuck with me
love head doctors and I don't mean a psyciatrist
bitches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
pimp shit, when is everybody gonna learn
Pimps and gangstas make the universe turn
poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches
but wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches
I was born in the war zone fought for everything I got
learned about my hustle, nigga worked and made the shit hot
hoes started jockin niggas, boppin like they bitches too
other niggas mad cause they only sold a tape or two
fuck what you heard nigga fuck who you be
suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese nigga

[Chorus x8]

(feat. Cee-Lo)

[Intro: Eightball]

Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize
Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game
since we were two young playas in a one horse town
then hopped to a muthafuckin grasshopper
Nigga, my life would have been done got cut off...
If my dues weren't paid.

[Chorus: Cee-Lo]

It's ah, skinnin lines between wrong and right
Trapped in a trap til the mornin light
Ghetto ain't left me no choices, I had to fight
My momma and daddy was too young to raise me right.
Maybe I been made a man from all the mistakes I made
Niggas dead, niggas gone, I still ain't afraid.
Ain't too grown to get back on with ghetto games I played
My life would have been done got cut off if the dues weren't paid.

[MJG]

In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes
It never stopped me from playin music,
God, but it didn't mean I had to use it
It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the beats
Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be
Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it
With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental, you cat's got potential."
In the process of doing talent shows, parties, and mix tapes
We even put it down on some of our homeboys jail release dates
I can remember in the past closin down at fast foods
Strictly stickin to my dreams, but feelin like I'd be the last dude
Who can make it in this rap, I thought that they ain't go see me in Memphis
It was like a time they looked over Tennesseee,
and didn't know Hip-Hop was in us.
To all my vets in the game, I got love, stay on your toes
Cause back in the days, I use to use your 4-5 instrumental to do my shows
And look, I was 17 - when I signed my first contract
And about 18 1/2 when I signed my worst contract, we hurt from that
And til this day, they still distributin - our first tape
before Comin Out Hard, now can you feel it?
Be humble and patient with whatever you should choose
Cause, to get to where I am right now, I don't paid my dues.

[Chorus]

[Eightball]

A C-note for a concert, I know that sounds preposterous
Nigga, we didn't have a pot to piss
So we got on stage and we rocked the bitch.
Fuck the chee$e, I love to see...My niggas in the front row
Get buck wild, start a fight, the police make a nigga stop the show
Niggas all in the parkin lot, bustin shots, fuckin with hoes
Box chevy with the spokes and vogues,
niggas didn't know shit about a 20 inch Mo-Mo
Hard head, young nigga don't believe that shit, til I see that shit
See them heavyweight niggas, one day, I'm gonna be that shit
Ok, everybody know everybody done sold dope, ran with a gang
Pimp some hoes, and..snorted a little coke..but uhh..
I'm space agein..and we'll forever be
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G
Turn the page, from then to now, and we still grindin
Small clubs and small towns think they bouncin, and we find them
Put them on the guest list, make them pump their fist and get buck to this
Make one of them weed smokin, gangsta bitches get fucked to this
Expand, give all my true fans what they demand
Do my part again and uhh...come out hard again and uhh..
Keep space agein, and we'll forever be...
Eightball, the fat mack, and...M-J fuckin G.

[Chorus]

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Space Age

[Chorus x2:]
Dont flex baby
I wanna see you toucha toes in that dress baby
Bounce it up and down like we having sex baby
Give me the head and you can give them tricks the rest baby
And nuthin less baby

[Eightball]
Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes let me see you shaking what you got
Trick niggas buy them hoes a drank to keep em cool
And I'm gone be with them niggas drinking yak ackin a fool
Fulla hay fuck security cuz we dont give a fuck
At the bar drinking shots looking at them hoes strut
Up and down side to side for a nigga like a foe
Young hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Dont trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them lips baby
And we gone keep it on the hush
You can hit me on the hip but dont be blowin a nigga up
9 11 all the time damn tell me what you need
Hold on let me click over MJ what you see

[MJG]
I see a stout thang
Were bout to leave a hump off in yo couch mayn
One look at this bitcha make yo mouth hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it baby til your G-strang break loose
I'm watchin now gone make them hoes hate you
She's a cover girl under bed cover fuck yo red brother
And yo black brother and yo dead brother she aint scared brother
Big thick juicy body molaty
Got mo butt than she got body
She's a go-getter pro switch hitter
But only in the dark
So parking lot competition is hard
I aint chasing
And if I stay around aint cause I'm waiting (Uhn)
Now get along girl get bout your straighten

[Chorus x2]

[Eightball]
We make it hot
We came to make it hotta than Nevada
Big balling G slanging Suave House product
In the lab like a chemist cooking weighing up and cutting
Trinity to the MPC making dope pushing buttons
Organized Noise
Them country ATL boys
Got it locked up and sewed up and keep it rocked up
Glocked up
Doing the southside like Lil Key Key
Tricks talking shit gone see my hollow tips in 3D
But we didn't come to see no jealous ass niggas
We came to keep the party hype and drank up all the liquor
And fuck with the gold diggers them free drink sippers
Cause them gone be the ones in the room pulling zippers
With they teeth mind blow by the presidential suite
Waking up talking bout they wanna go and eat
Hit the dho baby
You aint got to go home but yo ass got to go baby
And that for sho baby

[Chorus x2]

[MJG]
I saw yo naked ass
Peekin out the curtain of yo mini shirt
Shadow of yo pussy close behind
Telling me MJG
Run with me through fields of flowers
We can fuck for hours
Come and she you anytime
You say no
How you gone say that when you dress say yes
A saddle on yo chest I expect nothing less
Than nuts on yo neck dick on yo chin
Just like we done then last time lets do it again
It looks as if to me you got some handles bout yourself
But everything you struggle to reach is up on the shelf
In homes of pimps who done done it
Some play around with your mind we run it
Gin sippers Orange Mound, Tennessee nigga
We deliver all up and down the Mississippi river
Fuck a check bitch
No ID no income and dividends
Aint got nothing but space now fill it in

[Chorus x3]

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[Eightball]
Yeah, uhh uhh uhh, yeah
Space Age forever, knawhatimsayin?
Space Age forever, Space Age baby, yeah

[Eightball]
The name of the game is get no sleep
Mash on niggas and always roll deep
Non stop hustle means all profits double
Young nigga tryin to see rocks like Barney Rubble
Vampire, circulate when the moon rise
Do dirt when most people got closed eyes
Rollin, livin off garbage and scraps
Niggas wouldn't even fuck with me if I had rap
Thinkin 'bout that man thats just another trap
Another nigga dead from another niggas strap
Space Aging every thought and everything I write
Livin for today, a nigga might die tonight
Just because a nigga think I'm a celebrity
They want to rob and jack and try to bury me
Forced entry embedded in my memory
Fightin sleep like Freddie Kruger tryin to get me
In the midst I wanna see it not hear about it
If a nigga wanna see it gotta be up out it
Can't do without it sayin 'til my life end
Everynight they like "catch me up again"

[Chorus:]
You say like daylight, its gonna catch me up again
Gonna catch me up, gonna catch me up again
Some people like gettin up when I'm just gettin in
Gonna catch me up, gonna catch me up again

[MJG]
I look up, I can't see the forest full of trees
Destined to make it through, regardless of the seas
Of evil that been planted sproutin concrete walls
So everybody have sex 'til its after all
You playin wrong, now you havin to climb so you can make it
Got the whole roll block and too thick for you to brake it
Don't fake it, you know its ??? hard for you to shake it
The camels tellin you to come on, you had to cake it
Mr. Mistake it, Mr. Do Nothing, uncle give me something
You mouth tellin me love, but I ain't feelin none
Stealin some, same positions I've been facin for years
Now I'm about to put some steak in this meal
Inflatin my bills, excusin you ho's who want fame
Using you ho's for one thang, fuck how you changed bitch
Its funny why you stayed around
And patience how you laid me down
Now you exspectin the crown
I'm full time, respectin the game
Checkin out the girls in change
A turd in the hand is far worst than a turd in ???
Let that shit float on, 'cause that shit get old

[Chorus:]
It seems that daylight is gonna catch me up again
Gonna catch me, gonna catch me up again
Some people like gettin up when I'm just gettin in
Gonna catch me, gonna catch me up again
Well well...

[Eightball]
Yeah man
I dont know what the fuck wrong with niggas though
Marshmellow ass niggas man, comin around here man
Tryin to fuck with these motherfucker
Hard time home grown ass niggas like Eightball and MJG man
Niggas got like fucked up man, know what I'm talkin about man?
Niggas comin around here man, niggas don't know we came out hard in 93
But we was pimpin before that, you know what I'm talkin about nigga?
We had shit goin on man nigga, we were doin that shit
Coast to coast, state to state
Nigga pimpin, Mississippi, Tennessee, Alabama, Louisiana nigga
Now we New York, L.A. yeah, nigga
Know what I'm talkin about nigga?
I'm talkin about Orange Mound nigga
I was born and raised in that motherfucker nigga
I spent 21 years of my life in that motherfucker nigga
East coast of Memphis, Tennessee nigga
You don't know what I'm talkin about?
Right there nigga, all my motherfucking life nigga
Space Age means this shit will last to an infinite motherfucking time nigga
This is, not ever gonna stop nigga
Do you hear what I'm tryin to say to you motherfuckers?
Space Age means this shit will last an infinite amount of time
You can never stop this pimpin whats going on down here
Suave House, Houston, Texas
Yeah niggas, I'm tryin to tell you motherfuckers
Were connected all over the motherfuckin map nigga
We connected with the Louisiana boys nigga
We connected with the Mississippi boys nigga
We connected with them Nashville boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin New York boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin PA boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin Oakland boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin ?Faleo? boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin Chicago boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin Georgia boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin Louisville boys nigga
We connected with the motherfuckin Cleveland boys nigga
We connected all the way around this motherfucker nigga
With them Kansas City boys nigga
I'm tryin to tell you boys nigga
Don't step to this pimpin nigga

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(feat. Thorough)

[Chorus x2]

Down South we like to
Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk!
Get Drunk as a skunk and
Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk!
Every Man and Woman
Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk!
Big Ball and G we
Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk!

[Eightball]
Calling all pimps and players
We need to unite and get with other player fakers
Hardcore and ain't nothing gone stop that
When it hit the streets real niggas cop that
Down south pimp shit nigga you know
Who got flow in the cocaine benzo
Preimro yeah fat mack that's me
Chunky with nuts and chocolate like hershey
Punk tricks wanna flex but the truth is
Spage age pimpin pay the motherfuckin bills
You wanna ride with the Suave House don't ya?
You wann fuck with them hoes who don't even want ya
Check my cup everytime it's full of hen dog
check my chick everytime she a ten dog
Take it how you wann take while I break it down
Orange Mound nigga this is how we clown

[Chorus x2]

[MJG]
Alright you show you got some yak in back let me check it.
anybody scared to get down gone get neglected
Champagne drinking ass niggas gone try to check it
real niggas drink it or not just gone just respected
any bitch who make big money gone get selected
but all hoes who got big mouths gone get ejected
take yo ass back to the spot you rested
I don't a fuck cause you fine and big breastsed
or your brother crazy they say cause he been tested
or way back when you was a child you got molested
we still getting crunk you know it that's why I stress
don't you see theat ring in your face it time to bless it
but bitches wanna ride my wood and try to peck it
crash all into my game and try to wreck it
my game to dame deep trick you can't expect it
MJG from Memphis to Houston, Texas

[Chorus X2]

[Thorough]
It's time to come fresh on these niggas cause I'm a blessed nigga
Suave House nigga who want the plex nigga
Nobody, move parties for a hobby
Then lobby with the hotties and kick the lottie dottie you got me
I'm a hard rapping cat southern mack born and bread
With lyrics that would leave most dead, I'm so close to the edge
That I could jump pop the trunk
Shoot the pump BOOM and give these niggas what they want
Hits for hardcore and soft asses
Hoopties to e-classes cups and blunt ashes I'm mashsin
Down the track doin all the high hats
Bustin at the bass line where the treble at? Fuck with that
Live at the show I make em clap
And say go Thorough when they see me rap in fact
I got the knack to make the whole place bump
grab a drank and don't thank as we commence to get it crunk

[Chorus x2]

(feat. Big Duke)

[MJG]
Now I was clicking out my barrel just to see if it was loaded
checking out it's bullets just to make sure it won't explode this
hand around of the handle of my snub, no skill
I must be for real in the procedure for a kill
stood around the corner while I cased out the bank
busted in the door and stuck the guard wit' a shank
ran up to the counter pull the gun out wit' the quickness
shot the bank teller so it wouldn't be a witness
fled out the door with the money in my left hand
still in my right hand running like a wild man
ran to the hide-a-way knowing they was after me
burned out my id stole a jeep Cherokee
couldn't be late for my trip to Jamaica
heading to the river skeeming up on how to take a
boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him
with a sharp object making sure that I get him
put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic
jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me a boat quick
jumped on with the gun, soughter on the break and run
shot with the gat, in the back, like in Vietnam
quickly making waves in the river as I ran fast
got a mile in the boat ran out of gas
oh no Joe! the cops can't get me...
I’ll never be wanted for armed robbery

[Eightball]
On the other side of town
moving quickly rolling swiftly in da hoopty ride
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got to the area, stop then took a glance
puttin' on the ski mask, stuffing the gat in my pants
where I saw the right on time, now it's time for the crime
do the crime waste no time then I’m going to get mine
waited for the door to open shot the first trick I saw
then shot the other fool I ain't thinking 'bout no law
jumped in the truck put the pedal to the medal
then fired up a square man doing about 1-10
looking in my rear-view 5-0 everywhere
messing up my plans with them helicopters in the air
headed for the airport, wait I see a road block
hit the gas even harder fool I ain't gonna stop
crash through the road block they ain't gonna get me yet
J-Smooth waiting at the airport with a private jet
jumped out of the truck with fast P’s right behind my ass
running trying to shoot my nine holding bags full of cash
jumped on the jet now we set to hit the runway
took to the air yea I got away scott-free
fired up a Mac j P’s didn't catch me
countin all my money from a strong armed robbery...

[MJG]
You thank it's over but it ain't
cause I can't get caught by authority
the camera at the bank got me ganked so they know it's me
reached for artillery, put the shank in my mouth
dove off the boat to the river and I bailed out
swam like a fish greeted land with a kiss
did I hit or did I miss well it goes like this
I put the money in the spot
took the clothes that I got
tied them up in the bag same place I put the mask
changed clothes in between spots
hands, spot-C
the designated area we call spot-B
see I can't be broke so I come up with a plan
the man, money soon in they hand
get over get up and jet
bounce the set
the longer u stay the quicker you get arrested
MJG testing his strategy..
wit' a slick armed robbery

[Eightball]
Flying through the air on my way to Jamaica
thinking about why I took the money for the faka
me living poor and wishing to be richer
and me like Picasso I had to paint a picture
of people dying rapidly, trying to imprison me
just because I took a little money in a robbery
landed in Jamaica chilling with the dreads
smoking on the gunja messing with my head
the feds came behind me hit me with a billy club
I fell to the ground, turned around pumping slugs
jumped up quick, ditched the gun as I ran away
ran to the hills where I hid for a few days
no, I’m not the one that they will catch soon
bought me a palace in the hills wit' a hundred rooms
I got the money, got the women, got the B-U-D
I plead guilty to armed robbery!

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[MJG:]
It ain't no changing me, no matter what you claim to see
I can only aim to be, M-J-G
If thangs seem strange to me, they can't be the same with me
You know it's lame to be, somethin that you know is a lie
Hoes want a nigga to try to be somethin that he ain't,
right before your eyes, livin his life in a fuckin disguise
Follow the pack, and wind up dead last (Go on)
Real dummy with your scared ass
In the future, ain't nobody gonna listen to you
(Why) Cause you do whatever to please the crew
It's easy to - Kiss ass for your wealth, Or get cash for yourself
I think I'll go with the green, Cause asses I do not clean
As bad as the shit might seem, I got a get-right team
Nigga, sensing myself and I, it ain't ever let a day go by
Without reality checks, fuck my salary check,
that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna
distress
I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a devil said
I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put your trust in me..

[Chorus:]
I can't be nobody but me, and that's all I can be
I can't be who you want me to be, cause nigga, that ain't me
[x4]

[Eight:]
100 ways to die, and I done survived 99
99 lives lost and one of them could've been mine
Blind with my eyes open, seein what is killin me
Feelin what is killin me, but wantin more constantly
Runnin from temptation, but I'm much to slow to get away
Gang, shootin niggas and bitches fuckin with me everyday
Man if I was lame and couldn't see em from a mile away
Smile on their mug, and in their minds, nothin but jealousy
Why should I get caught up in that bullshit not concernin me
Yeah, I run with Suave and we gone ride til infinity
Lord if I was lyin, strike me right here as I'm speakin this
Separate the strong from the cowardly and the weak at this

[chorus x4]

[Eight:]
I see him everyday, point shaven and cravin
for the money that I be savin, and the moves that I be makin
Breakin rules, tryin not to be one of them broke fools
robbin niggas comin from school, thinkin that that shit is cool
Served out, whether sober, playboy, I got heataz for ya
Quick to shoot, because that indo boosts up my paranoia
I rap the blues, cause the blues is what I'm livin nigga
Surrounded my animals - livin and dyin by the trigga
Word to me, and if that shit don't meet your expectations
Fuck you critics, I do this for the underground nation
Slab ridaz, nigga, drug traffickaz and jackaz
Heat packaz, nigga, all my homeboys ain't rappaz
And, I wouldn't say it if it wasn't necessary
All of this is just a test, tryin to prepare me
My future's lookin dark, and I don't think it's gettin brighter
Forever Eightball, Pimp-Caso, Poetry writer...

[MJG:]
It's hard to be, something that you didn't start to be
these streets be apart of me, until it's hard to see
till the years when it's hard to walk, gettin old
and, it's hard to talk, I'm on a line of chalk
it seems thinner than a line of thread, but through all this
still instead, I'm real after all
Paper, short or tall - Wife, be big and small
and still down to earth, I'll still be on the scene
Life like a tv screen, but I keep my strength
and I'll keep my hope (Why?) Cause I know they got me under the scope
But, if you're lookin at me, Look close, and your ass will learn
Maybe when you have your turn, and take a stand and shit
You might be a man and shit, make your own plan and shit
Cause I don't make no moves unless G wanna make that move
Fuck he and she wanna make that move, I got a face that blues
when a nigga gotta pay them dues, and they lookin at my face like Ooo
Mane, you broke and shit, but they ain't gonna throw me out a rope
and shit
I'm a drown and choke and shit
And my folkaz get clowdy with that hocus pokus shit,
I'll be the brokest trick...
But, I'm gone be myself, Pimp type nigga for sho'
Once again like I did it befo', up top or below
I'm a keep my feet on the flo', and do it in the heat or the snow
Give me a beat and I go, Off like a champ on your ass
Drop the mic and vamp on your ass, stick a stamp on your ass
Send you off to camp on your ass...when I rain, I'll dampen your
path.

[repeat chorus...]

(feat. OutKast)

[Eightball]
Bitch, I ain't got nothing but time, so I'ma get out on these cuts
and grind, keep my mind on cloud twenty-nine
my player ways keep me with plenty dimes,
see I'ma shine like all six of my gold teeth,
when a nigga get through cooking up, this O-Z,
all night on the block til the sun rise,
my only friend is a glock with the 4-5
Four five in the mornin it don't stop,
day dreamin bout flousin tha drop top, (woop)
blue lights snap me back to reality
I hit the alley quick and toss what I got on me
Tricks ain't got shit to do but harass,
search tha nigga and took about a three in cash,
I guess that's better than gettin locked up,
or gettin jammed with that shit I had rocked up, huh!

[Chorus:]
Now I heard that the South is where yo folks from,
down in the bottoms where they broke some,
whips cross a nigga back, way back,
and now they wonder why we act, how we act,
gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow,
afros & loud ass Italian clothes,
People bar-be-quein in the front yard
Money from the first of the month card!

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[MJG]
I got a maid cooking grits, with a, outfit,
so tight my niggas wanna stay the whole nite
Dice game in the kitchen, nigga, T. Lee
Nigga drunk singin sounding like tha Bee Gees
Ham sam'ich in the driveway, drop top
naked women in tha den playing, hop scotch
Thirty bustas in my yard, they be, long gone
So hit me and I'ma keep my, phone on
I be out turning corners, dranking, one fifth
Got some scratches on my rims, cause of one dip
Met a broad yesterday, she hit me, ten times,
if I diss her it'll take a nigga ten lines
MJG standing tall and I, won't fold
You can have all the bitches, cause I, don't hold
on to any woman like a human hand cuff
You got ya hair down baby fuck it, stand up!

[Repeat chorus]

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Big Boi]
How many flows can I compose, I drop this slang like lyrical bows,
stickin out just like an OUTKAST, over thornt from StimmerGroves,
like nachos, the lyrics are crispy, crackin when y'all bite,
been had a coke and a smile, now I'm trippin off Yak & Sprite,
y'all just might seem to skunk out, with a girl who chunked out,
below the Mason-Dixon line, real niggas know what I'm talkin about,
from Texas, Atlanta, oh man, Alabama, Savannah,
The deeper the darker tha dirty south is what I'm after,
no laughter, the content of the rhyme may be contagious
The Space Age is pimpin this, players comin major,
they shot the psycho that sprayed, cut ya wife and played her
The player the B.I.G, B.O.I, dope boy rhyme maker,
beats by the layers, of music right here to please you,
but if ain't that dirty then patna see we don't need you,
you know I'm talkin bout
OutKast, Eightball, MJG on y'all punk motherfuckers!

[Repeat chorus]

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

[Andre Benjamin]
You wouldn't understand, if you stood under it (ooh),
it's like the more that I talk to you tha dumber that I get,
the closer that I walk to you, the further that we stand,
apart distance, nobody has the upper hand but my bodies resistance,
so now, throw your filangies in tha ground,
I'm still abound, un-believers stay from hell around
I found negatives niggas they only keep ya down,
transmitting from Native American burial grounds
I carry around, the weight of all worlds on my shoulderpads
um post ta blast space invaders up somebodys dad
Serious as Aa-Bb-Cc, if knowledge be the key then
but it roasted on the porch, and wait for ya momma to get off work
So she can roast yo ass, either to finda open window fast
Word to the motherfucker, word to the motherfucker
Word to the motherfucker!

[Repeat chorus]

[Eightball]
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their hear me get ya hands up,
If anybody out their feel me get ya hands up!

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