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8 ball - don't 4get lyrics

(feat. dorasel, thorough)

[hook x4: eightball]
we run this sh-t
and we don’t give a f-ck who you be run-nin with
so don’t forget

[eightball]
gotta keep it.. gangsta
how many of y’all know a real gangsta?
cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up
at the atm machine, in yo’ lexus
you must be on that dust wanna come test us
my fam is monsters like my name fester’s
one deep but yo i got eighteen guns
thirty-six clips, two for each one
ride out, bet a n-gg- use at least one
uzi out the sunroof, b-tch you betta run
i roll wit them boys out the 9-0-1
7-1-3 to the 2-8-1
you hate one n-gg- like me so
i keep 32’s 38’s 44’s
i speak for myself no cliques no gang
i rap but a n-gg- will clap them thangs

[hook x4]

[]
yeah..
aiyyo, i’m bout to getchu n-gg-z open (open)
me and my b-tch drunk as h-ll, steady smokin (smokin)
p-ss it to ya moms in the backseat, she chokin (chokin)
dippin through the toll booth n-gg- with no token
pedal to the metal, hooptie hit the blocks and
shorty shootin yellow paintb-lls at the cops sh-t
white kids parents in the front yards is watchin
actin like the beatles is here, givin me props and -clapping-
i’m half-naked in the car with my boots on
tanned it out, p-ssin the hunnies, gettin my woof on
think i won’t f-ck a fat b-tch, ya dead wrong
you pretty yellow b-tches is gettin the head song -slurping-
wantchu to hump wit it
workin it like ya doin tae-bo and use ya tongue wit it
when dawg get my bricks, we jump in the six
old school, p-rno flicks, walter d in the mix (d-ck walk)
dunns with more guns than pun shot uhh
dorasel blow more c’s than one crop
catchin a case, you f-ckin wit me
now who want it with these dirty n-gg-z, ball and g?

[hook x4]

[thorough]
first of all, know this, i ain’t a new n-gg-
so don’t act surprised when i come and do n-gg-z
made ya crew give up, somebody say “uncle”
slumped him over slow with the rifle let one go
uncomfortable, bleedin bad, and turnin blue
that’s the way me and my n-gg-z like to leave you
we true gangstaz, equipped with the guns and drugs
mean mugs, actin bad just because
that’s how it does and ya d-mn sure gon’ respect it
get k.o.ed like tekken or took out with the tec and
ya best bet is to invest in a body suit
and be well-protected, when we come through
screw .22’s we got military issued
high powered artillery, to come and get you
and you gon’ get godful with that punk sh-t
nah you ain’t slick trick you just forgot who runs dis

[hook x4]

[eightball talking]
yeah.. sendin this sh-t out
sendin this sh-t out, to all my real gangsta–ss n-gg-z
yaknahmsayin.. all my homeboyz that’s straight keepin it gangsta
yaknahmtalkinbout?
rest in peace n-gg-z, these n-gg-z is sissies
these n-gg-z is hoes.. these n-gg-z is b-tches
you n-gg-z is undercover booty bandits
you n-gg-z is fake, you n-gg-z is way unreal, yaknahmsayin
fake–ss n-gg-z, out here playin games and sh-t
n-gg-z is hoes, doin that hoe–ss sh-t
yeah.. n-gg-z ain’t done nuttin
n-gg-z ain’t gon’ do nuttin, get the f-ck outta here

- 8 ball lyrics

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