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8ball - we started this lyrics

chorus (2x)
we started the sh-t, and we gon’ finish the sh-t!

mjg:

riding down the strip on a trip in my ‘ham sammich
started this sh-t and i’m gon’ finish yes i am dammit
we gonna slam it down like to hit it, here its sh-tted
here its time for them n-ggas in memphis, tenn to get deep within it
how deep? sh-t the devil stay right down the street
and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
for what, for what i don’t know they tied him to a pickup truck
then posted up and down like they didn’t really give a f–k
i get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
bust back at kkk’s who try to follow me
these hollowties saving my -ss in crucial situations
any other tactics i need, i use imagination
i’m ten steps ahead of your -ss type of n-gga
sh-t that i already know you try to figure
give up, put your ship up, don’t try to sail
don’t you see we got this sh-t built up, can’t pry a nail
in my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
ain’t no luck chump we come intentional with this dope sh-t
using a pen or a pencil back when i wrote this
sp-ce age, feel it perculatin’ but all this hurt and hatin’
still keep on bringing people back to old situations
i change the stations but they playing the same list
we started the sh-t and we gon’ finish the sh-t

chorus (4x)

eightball:

mental battlescars polluting my cranium
watered down fake n-ggas i’m draining ’em and training ’em
claiming them suave house n-ggas to the dirt b-tch
cross the family and you gon’ find yourself gettin hurt, b-tch
peices all in a n-gga mind it ain’t reality
f–k reconciliation, n-ggas don’t want no unity
born dyin every minute death is closer to me
its like i’m in a movie, except i’m feeling everything
pain when another motherf–ker try to touch me
anger when a petty player faker try to f–k me
8-b-a-double l, fat m-a-c
nice with a mic and i don’t think you wanna f–k with me
love head doctors and i don’t mean a psyciatrist
b-tches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
pimp sh-t, when is everybody gonna learn
pimps and gangstas make the universe turn
poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches
but wrong situations turn hard n-ggas to b-tches
i was born in the war zone fought for everything i got
learned about my hustle, n-gga worked and made the sh-t hot
hoes started jockin n-ggas, boppin like they b-tches too
other n-ggas mad cause they only sold a tape or two
f–k what you heard n-gga f–k who you be
suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese n-gga

chorus (8x)

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