[Intro: Eightball]
He he he, yeeah


[Verse 1: Eightball]
What kind of ^!$$% always run his mouth like a hoe
Like his jaw got a battery, this ^!$$% always know

Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on lock
Nobody invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my business

You, somebody talk, you in they mouth like a dentist
We keep it gangsta, mommas love it cause they know it's real
Like UGK, 'we keeps it real' mobbin' through the field

Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain spill
You for it, images without no !@%!e connect pills
We keep it crunk and poppin' real ^!$$%z know the deal

We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill
You try to stop it, get yo' %#@! broke up in twenty pieces
We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features

Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for you mamasitas
We players on the field, y'all ^!$$%z in them bleachers


[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]
You talkin' down behind my back (uh) you done shot off ^!$$%
Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off ^!$$%

If you fly and got a gun (uh) when the drama come, you run (uh)
You know what you just done, you done shot off ^!$$%


[Verse 2: MJG]
Man, come on now, you done shot off just like Mike Davis lost a knockoff
Or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off

You standin' it's snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on
Who holds the key? No $#&@ing bout it, I broke the lock off
I grew the top off, took the comma, period, dot off

And ran on wit it and broke you a whole lot off
I'm gettin' hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off
You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' rocks off

Release some pressure, stop all that cryin' and wipe ya snot off
Excuses you be usin' for losin' it's cheap as hot sauce
Earn yo' position, stop hatin' beacuse you not boss

M-J-G, pimp tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, $#&@ing yo' plot off
I go hard and I don't sheave and I'm not off

And livin' on the edge rebellin' I'm never dropped off
Like Aaron Hall, 'Don't Be Afraid' (*##$, call the cops off


[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 2X)]

[Verse 3: Ludacris]

Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' (door) or let the drama unfold
And check my Rap Sheet, !#$*, I'm almost ten million sold
I'm only rappin' cause I want to, I got enough plaques

Needless to say, my favorite rappers told me to get on this track
And so I DID it, quickly wrote my sixteen down and SPIT it
By the end of the verse you'll say, 'once again, Ludacris !#@( it'

Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' pride in the trash
My whole career is like my video, I'm showin' my $$#
I keeps it, 'gangsta, gangsta!' shooters and shanksters

Until you shot off mother$#&@ers, I'm a 'thank ya, thank ya!'
Runnin' yo' mouth behind my back until you run out of time
But at least yo' talkin' let's me know some millions stay on yo' mind

It ain't nothin' wrong wit that
Tell em grabbin' the thang and then I put it to yo' brain
And change everything you ever hope fo' (for) wit the .44

You'll be fallin' back
And Yacht - is what I'm drinkin' steady thinkin' bout these pinks chasin'
I'm bout to bring home the bacon


[Chorus: Eightball - (Repeat 4X)]