F/ Eightball, Te(Children?
Children
Please be quiet children and listen to what I have to say)


[ Eightball ]
1-2, ^!$$%

1-2, ^!$$%
Yeah ^!$$%
Mic check, ^!$$%

Suave click in the mother$#&@in house
Eightball the Fat Mack finna start this %#@! off for the nine-fizzive


Nahmsayin?
Pump that %#@! up, let's do this


[ VERSE 1: Eightball ]
1-2-3, Mister BIG, pull a rhyme out of my mind
And shoot it like a Glock-9 17 times

Like Rakim I ain't no joke, here's the deal on the real
^!$$%, watch out for that banana peel
Slip and catch the same thing I put into the clip

Out the other end
Understand or should I come again?
See, like Mac Mall I be sick wid this, so picture this

My pockets spittin out much green %#@! like The Excorcist
I smoke so many trees Smokey the Bear is out to get me
Ice cold soul drippin from my $$#hole

And I can't wipe it away cause this kinda funk is here to stay
Just like an AK when I spray off all that's in my way
Call me the Glock of Rap, now could this mean that I'm the best?

Or would you rather wait to feel that hot %#@! in yo chest?
I pray to God hopin I won't be on the receiving end
Cause them young puppies packin straps like ( ? )

Now if I said I was Macbeth I'd be a lyin man
But where I'm from if I'm not strapped I be a dyin man
Cause ^!$$%s snort that %#@! like Superfly and get so high

And when they $$# out that %#@! will make 'em do or die
But me, I'm on that green sticky and that Hennessy
350 pounds of pimp ^!$$% from Tennessee

Eightball uncut from your ears to yo gut
Peace to MJ $#&@ing G
And now here's T


[ VERSE 2: Tela ]
( ? ) hit that lobby, man, dead bodies, man

Mr. Mike musta took his dick out, any shotty, man
I see my ^!$$% big Ball off that wall
Like that Michael Jackson, what the $#&@, ^!$$% happened?

He says I'm late for the job, Suave
Handle it, %#@! candle lit was involved, nod
My head up and down with no hesitation, God

I'm seein clowns hangin from that gravition, I'm
Thinkin ^!$$%s ain't playin in Texas
Snap off these mother$#&@in necks like on The Excorcist

Young and the Restless type of unsolved %#@!
South Circle's the clique, $#&@in Suave's the %#@!
(*##$, and now I'm rollin with them Draper boys

Tela makin paper, boy
5-0 beater, ain't nothin like sweeter, boy
Slow down, damn, I'm askin them in a Maximum

Hittin corners shakin, breakin down !@!@&&
Eightball, you got them papers, make 'em take us to a cloud nine
Six shots from a Tec-9

I'm $#&@in up, damn, here we go
( ?) stereo I think I'm ( ? ) cold as Siberio
But Mr. Mike had his Mr. Mic, so

And SuperMike flashed with kryptonite, I know
It's lookin kinda shady
But I got yo back, baby, with my .380


[ VERSE 3: Mr. Mike ]
Now... I'm creepin around the backway

Peepin the scenery, because these ^!$$%s can't be seein me
He packs a Glock with an extra clip
It's mass hysteria, I'm darin ya to step when I drop my %#@!

As I annoint ^!$$%s to make my point, ^!$$%
Me gives a $#&@ as I rock dis funky joint, ^!$$%
So bow yo head to the mastermind
Cause everytime I recline some ^!$$%'s always after mine
(Peace treaties) Naw, $#&@ that (Why?)

Cause ^!$$%s don't wanna act how they know they ought to act
Back in the days when we used to sling ki's by the d-o-z's
e-n-s, ooh, what a mess
Best to leave me alone
And I ain't Kane but (*##$, Big Daddy's Home

24 hours a day I slay
Pronounced dead, two to his head, he bled from an AK
Unsolved mysteries, could it be
Me and you, you and me gettin caught up in some $#&@ery?
Luckily the switch didn't click and ^!$$%s didn't panic

Now I'm stuffin white %#@! in my attic
Had it not been for the chip on my shoulder
^!$$%s that I communicated with would be older
But it seems they all died
And now the streets wanna $#&@ and get stuck with that ^!$$% Mikela