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8ball – put tha house on it lyrics


i remember (i remember)
right before i used to go to sleep (right before i used to go to sleep)
me and my mom (me and my mom)
my mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
now i lay me down to sleep (now i lay me down to sleep)
i pray to the lord my soul to keep (i pray to the lord my soul to keep)
if i shall die (if i shall die)
before i wake (before i wake)
i pray to the lord (i pray to the lord)
my soul to take (my soul to take)

so much drama in a n-gga life
i have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
k!llas with they facemask, tryin’ to get my safe cash
if i catch ’em should i blast, n-gga?
h-ll yeah
cause if they catch me up in they sh-t, i’ma dead man
my eye for your eye, that’s what the pages read
by any means necesary, thats what malcolm said
so i’ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
f-ck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
it’s hard but fair
mjg told your b-tch -ss
quick fast, i make my sh-t last, and put you in the past
don’t ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
sn-tch a n-gga wife, and make her tell ya where them b-tches at
mafia style, break the code and i’ma break your back
straight up dogg, i put the house on that

what you wanna do?
go to war man?
well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
fights, only midnight gun blaze
so i say
watch your back and don’t come around my way

what must be
what shall be
that which is necesity to him that struggles
is little more than choice to him that is willing

one of them fake n-ggas, i’m hot like tnt
blow up, and have you standin’ in a puddle of pee-pee
see me, you couldn’t do if you sight was 20-20
my lyrics so fat they made me go and call jenny
used to be poor like penny, not anferne, but janet
until i unleashed my poetry upon the planet
harder than granite
player haters can’t stand it
white folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
tryin’ to live a life, i’ve been fightin’ to escape
earnin’ my respect, and never takin’ breaks
breakin’ cakes
everyday i’m on a paper chase
shake and bake
just so i could double up my ri-up
we buck, but don’t n0body wanna find that out
murder n-ggas lyrically instead of pullin’ my gat out
now i’m on some hard core, makin’ me a mill sh-t
nothin’ but the real sh-t
soldier in the field sh-t
feel this
n-gga life will never slow it down
you need to do like new edition baby, cool it now
one of us gon’ chill, it’s gon’ be me or you cat
f-ck what you heard, i put the house on that


you know (you know)
i want you to remember (i want you to remember)
heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
and death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
no king can corrupt)
and h-ll (and h-ll)
h-ll is only the truth (h-ll is only the truth)
seen too late (seen too late)
can you dig that? (can you dig that?)

lord forgive me for the anger that i feel today
give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
the devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
now i must retaliate before they get they best of me
no name callin’, hoe, i wouldn’t give you the pleasure
so you can run and tell n-ggas that i’m the one jealous
oh yeah
i’m supposed to fall for that punk sh-t
all you did was sign a contract, to get your -ss kicked
found in a ditch with your wig split
thinkin’ that we n-ggas on some rappin’ kiddie kid sh-t
dig this
is my success a threat to you?
n-gga why you hate me, cause i do the sh-t i do?
be true, n-gga spit it or forget it
if i’m the one wrong, i’ll be the first to admit it
and then we can get down, any way you want it
my n-gg ‘twan told me
ball, put the house on that mayne


yeah man
to mothaf-ckers that don’t understand this sh-t man
know what i’m sayin’?
n-gga better feel me this time
i ain’t goin’
you know what i’m talkin’ about man?
check this out man
sh-t makes me hot man
b-tch -ss n-ggas man
talkin’ that sh-t man
know what i’m talkin’ about?
tryin’ to let these n-ggas know
it ain’t no playin’ no more mothaf-cker
bet them hoes felt that
don’t come around my way