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8ball - immaculate perception lyrics

they love to hate
any time, any place
they love to hate
behind the back and in the face
they love to hate
every day, all day
they love to hate
behind the back and in the face

leave one of you n-gg-rs stretched out in the middle of the street
stressed out every day of the week
my only relief when i hear these beats
smokin’ calms me down
talk soft but the weeds i blow loud
i was hard then, still hard now
memphis n-gg-r, that still my town
b-tch 4-5, bout for sho’
if you see it tou probably gonna die
don’t rough that but the bullets in the outside like shh shh when they wield ‘em by
put it in the light, bag it ain’t slow
my dna was not the trans hoe
mjg, my brother for life
no speculation, that’s what i know
timeless, it don’t die b-tch
long life, strong heart, hot head
could’ve been dead
sp-ce age, that’s what we are
bigger than life, superman
no cape on, with the blunt in my hand
safety off, i might let one go
safety off, i might let one go

i wanna make them happy songs but it’s not a accurate reflection
i make sweat poetry with my immaculate perception
never go nowhere without profile, that’s built for my protection
i was rolling up and burning at the time of its conception
and i know that sound, kinda f-cked up y’all
but that’s how i feel and that’s how i roll
and that’s all i live, and that’s all i know
and it’s what i give and that’s how it goes

twenty thousand eight b-lls of cocaine
that’s what it cost for the chain
meet 8ball in the -ss club
they screamin’ all make it wayne, that’s all i know,my dog bark
i’m a boss like a gd
my life a movie, no tv, i’m fully focused
all my heads in, the brief feel better in the driver seat
don’t preach to me about music
sayin’ walker step up your lyrics
mind your business, i’m eatin’
big belly, that’s to get money gut
machiavelli got me a bulletproof truck
these two group kids got me stuck
blow it out the back, well watch the f-ck a flame
the ’96 show, i do what i wanna do, do whatcha could
i said ghetto after ghetto, walkin’ block after block
from craig county riverdale, what the f-ck?
i’m up all night like a truck
i don’t trust sh-t, the cops is suckers
reds call monopoly dastard company
i don’t need no company so imma let my homies speak
imma do me and be myself
if you don’t like that go f-ck yourself

you see this jack bottle?
that could be the reason that i pulled the motherf-cker right of strippin’
introduce him to my home in trailer park
bad no contingency go grill polish
you see this bag model?
she might be the only b-tch to ever get you into a situation
because you hate to see me lookin’ like a dude but still get these number pens how
oh you a gangster huh?
when a n-gg-r seen a g suckin’ d-ck cuz i put it on my f-ckin’ list
to f-ck up sh-t in the rap game
and i’m doin’ it
slow ‘em other kids bangin’ huh?
besides me you ain’t never f-ck a rich
i start of that i welcome back into the welcome mat
you ain’;t strong enough the mail box but the bricks
8ball walk a f-cker, walker through the sticks
alabama got a lot of problems with eclipse
and because i know a n-gg-r wouldn’t buy this
yelawulf has got a lot of people talkin’ sh-t
but it’s everything cuz you don’t know about the history
the micro in his bedroom homie
i get the phone to the moon and i burst back
before i show up on an act like a phony
so it really don’t matter to me
what you think about the clothes i put on
it’s my originality
just got ‘em all acting like homes
get b-tch spendin’ and i bought some new sh-t
yo hey b-tch, i can make you rich
suck d-ck while i sit next to you quick
put my money shoes all over you mommas new rip, yup tell ‘er

they love to hate
any time, any place
they love to hate
behind the back and in the face
they love to hate

- 8ball lyrics

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