8Ball Spit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uhh..
I never played the games, f___ed hoes and tricks
n____z think with they d___ and get hit for licks
We mob for life, straight scarred for life
"s___e Age 4 Eva" n____ f___ the hype
Hard rounds I bust, crush punks to dust
Weak studio gangsta, you can't f___ with us
We live the streets, give streets the piece
Defeat weak emcees and bust heat to eat
My love for change, got me stuck in the game
Got me goin insane, who the f___ can I blame?
No you but me, not him but I
Is the one to blame for anything I try
Love life and give, but a trick ain't me
Give b____es the d___ and give n____z the heat
Bust flows that kill, h___cide for real
Gold grill and trills, you weak n____z no the deal

[Hook]
Y'all n____z can't f___ wit... the s___ I spit
Y'all n____z can't f___ wit... what I f___ wit
Y'all n____z can't f___ wit... the s___ I kick
Y'all n____z can't f___ wit... what I f___ wit

[Verse 2]
I got a mind for murder, leave n____z with stitches
b_____ kick in the crown for thinkin this is fictitious
I'ma live for this and I'ma die for this
Eye for eye for this, flip a pie for this
This s___ is love and hate, n____z love to hate it
A piece of paper and a ink pen made me straight
God knows I try, every breath I take
Every song I make, is from the heart to the tape
I break and crack flows, build and stack flows
Attack the track flows, back to back flows
You know, I do whatever to get the cash flow
Bust and mash fo' eights in the slab ho
Southern distributer, narcotic deliverer
This s___ I be throwin up, combustin and blowin up
I told you n____z this, see now you done got me p___ed
Eightball - Fat Boy - murderous lyricist

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3]
Yeah..
I never f___ with fakes, these n____z is snakes
Smile in my face schemin tryna see what they can take
Emcee for life, AK-47 flows
Like Al Capone n____, I'm showin my golds
Black skin and rocks, hittin b____es that bop
Blowin weed on the parkin lot, f___ the cops
We crash the scene, fulla tuss' and lean
With my saggin jeans, tryna bag a queen
f___ n____z with blunts, tryna get in my mix
Brown weed fulla seeds, I don't smoke that s___
I'm a green fanatic, I should be in a clinic
Talkin to a psychiatrist cuz I know I be trippin
Long nights, fist fights, smoke till we cain't
Life of a hustler, go hard in the paint
The streets, got no heart, and no mercy
I think that's why they call down south dirty

[Hook to fade]