- 8ball Hands In The Air 歌詞
- 8ball
- Okay; comin from the top of my
Dome when Im droppin my
Own type of style, and
Aint nobody stoppin my
Rise to the very top
Hit em up wit all I got
Superstar; no Im not
Green ****; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair a cleats
Niggers run their mouth a lot
Like ** ***** and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin
(whoa) Im so cold wit it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
Im like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This ** ** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not bout makin dough
Not bout no fakin yo
Not bout whos rich o po
Not bout who ****** know
This here bout you and me
This here bout poetry
This here bout who we be
If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin
Throw your ************ hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin
Throw your hands up in the ************ air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The ********* *** aaaaair
***** you dont know me
Why you ****** wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real fore the money came
Thats why I will never change
Me - aint nobody like
Even though they try to be
****** think they are but they aint ****** with me lyricly
(Yo) I was born wit it
Dint nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
With lyrics that are lethal
I hit em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit it
Come try to test me wit it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this aint bout no bread
Not bout what ****** said
Not bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin
Throw your ************ hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin
Throw your hands up in the ************ air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The ************ aaaaair
Yeah I gotta come again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin real (yeah)
We the ****** should not nobody be ****** wit
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you ******* doubled quick
This aint bout who rap the best
This aint bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This aint bout no pimps and hoes
This here aint nocountry ****
Aint no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working ****** that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin good and feelin nice
****** on there drinkin dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah ) We gon keep this slummin comin with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This aint bout where you from
This aint bout where you be
This here bout feelin free
If you in here with me
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin
Throw your ************ hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin
Throw your hands up in the ******** **** air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The ************ aaaaair
Go head and put em up
Put your hands where I can see em
Put your hands where I can see em
Go head and put em up
Put your hands where I can see em
Put your hands where I can see em
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin
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