CHORUS: Eightball (2X) ]
All my ^!$$%s if you feel what I'm sayin get bucked
If some ^!$$%s wanna flex we can tear the $#&@in club up

High till I die, let me hear you say it with me
$#&@ a trick, buck a (*##$, death to my enemy


[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]
Time to take this %#@! to a level many thought was dead
Recall on what I read and try to $#&@ up a ^!$$% head

Not sayin '$#&@ peace', but now ain't the time for that
Grab the mic and show a mutha$#&@a where it's at
Twisted off the dope I twisted, flip and lift it

Enlisted in this hip-hop business to get them riches
Hardcore freaky (*##$es dig me cause I shoot much game
$#&@ the fame, $#&@ yo name, Ball ain't lame

Aggravated, barbituates and bong hits
Mixed with V-10 clips, talent tip zipped
Cuttin wind, put a (*##$ life to an end

Stop yo grin, put a backhand print on yo chin
Ain't no friends in this dirty game we all play
That's why we gotta pray and thank the Lord for another day

Kill with a pen, Memphian, Babylonian
Widespread destruction as the whole world end


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[ VERSE 2: Eightball ]

We gets live when the beat's bumpin, smokin somethin
Lyrical homicides lead to late night body dumpin
Stumblin, bass rumblin, (*##$es mumblin

Thinkin they the bomb when they known for dick-fondlin
I be wonderin who can flip it like Eightball and
Rip a stage apart like I do them (*##$es draws, man

Pause, man, if you thinkin you can withstand
Poetic pimpin, trappin hoes like quicksand
Big man, big Ball, $#&@in up all of y'all

Before I learned to crawl, dawg, I was taught to ball
Taught to get up when I fall and play them hoes
And keep that white %#@! out of my mutha$#&@in nose

Hay chiefin, definition smokin reefer
The %#@! I smoke ain't cheaper but it makes you think deeper
Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, (*##$

It ain't no mistakin this with that fake gangster %#@!

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[ VERSE 2: Eightball ]
Fake ^!$$%s wanna act like they got heart but they don't fool me

Drunk-ass flodgin ^!$$%s tryina get unruly
Do me and die from all the %#@! I be poppin
Heart stoppin, droppin bombs like the Green Goblin

Gothic prophet preachin to my lost civilization
Medication turned my sanity to sanitation
What's real, though, is how my brain create the flow

Mouth spit the flow of how the south kicked in the do'
Pulled raps like gats and told you (*##$es to step back
Drive-by side, ^!$$%, ridin one of T-Mix' tracks

Spittin facts, cause fiction get the fans' attention
Agents takin pictures, buggin tryina hear me mention
Drug connections and thug connections

Hoes I had sex with and ^!$$%s I had to flex with
But I be on some 3004 %#@!, futuristic
Space Age Pimp %#@!, and ain't nothin stoppin this


[ CHORUS: Eightball (2X) ]