Eightball Hands In The Air Lyrics
            Eightball]
            Okay; comin' from the top of my
            Dome when I'm droppin' my
            Own type of style, and
            Ain't nobody stoppin' my
            Rise to the very top
            Hit 'em up wit' all I got
            Superstar; no I'm not
            Green weed; black glock
            Everybody want a piece
            Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
            n_____s run their mouth a lot
            Like b____es and parakeets
            (whoa) How you love that pimpin'
            (whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
            (whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
            I'm 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 s___ here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
            This not 'bout makin' dough
            Not 'bout no fakin' yo
            Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
            Not 'bout who n____z know
            This here 'bout you and me
            This here 'bout poetry
            This here 'bout who we be
            If you in here with me
        
            [Chorus]
            Keep your ears wide open
            This is all grill no jokin'
            Throw your m_________in' 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 m_________in' air
            If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
            The m_________in' aaaaair
        
            [Eightball]
            n____ you don't know me
            Why you n____z 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
            That's why I will never change
            Me - ain't nobody like
            Even though they try to be
            n____z think they are but they ain't f___in' with me lyric'ly
            (Yo) I was born wit' it
            Din't 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
            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 ain't 'bout no bread
            Not 'bout what n____z said
            Not 'bout what hoes believe
            If you in here with me
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Eightball]
            Yeah I gotta come again
            Just to let you know the deal
            Eight ways to company
            Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
            We the n____z should not nobody be f___in wit'
            Slayer riders Chopper city
            Had you b____es doubled quick
            This ain't 'bout who rap the best
            This ain't 'bout who got the most
            This is not no gangsta rap
            This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
            This here ain't no country s___
            Ain't no way to label this
            Memphis where I come from
            Orange mile veteran
            What I represent - whoever live in poverty
            Hard working n____z that
            Try to hustle honestly
            And I represent who
            Lookin' good and feelin' nice
            n____z 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 ain't bout where you from
            This ain't bout where you be
            This here 'bout feelin free
            If you in here with me
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Eightball]
            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
        
            [unknown voice talking]
            Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
            Code line
            Slab two is goin' down baby
            This your boy Milwaukee
            Stop prayin'
        
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