8Balls

Ayo

Life a bitch, I'm fuckin' her from the side with a leg up (haha)

I'm slick, I give a dick, but get no chips out of the treasure (nah)

My mind full of diamonds, that's fortified outta pressure (ding)

.45 on my dresser, compact like the Benz Compressor

Get your neck cut, for thinkin' that you next up

Got fiends handin' over they checkers, I got the best stuff (I do)

Left 'em with they nose froze, they sniffin' snow on the block

When I rock the tuxes, diamond links all in the couple

Hooligan, the Buddah be smooth like Max Julien

Icy cubes all through the ring, true, these fools need tutorin'

I was young with two tools maneuverin'

Was too small to have a nigga shook, I had to shoot the thing (hah)

Chop his head, snatch the crown off, how I salute the king

Form the lucid dream, girl, I fuck her like my newest fling (haha)

Have her callin' out for the Lord, like she sing at him

Stretch her out like before the gym, I'm really him

I'm out-I'm out-I'm out here slingin', slingin'

Bringin' that, bringin' that, bringin' that drama, tryna come up in the game

And add-and add a couple of dollar signs to my name

I'm sellin' 8Balls

Ayo, eyes on the prize, my mind focused on millions (that money)

But these bum-ass niggas will never catch me minglin' (never)

Smoke two L's to the face, baby, I'm jinglin'

This the end where the villain wins

In order for me to come body to boss, I gotta knock off the middle man

Flame as shit, leave his wigs sizzlin'

Sickenin', put all of your niggas in the mix, I'm in different

You just a pile of corpses like dead fish in the riverbed (y'all niggas trash)

Thousand for the fit, two leather straps on the Vivians

The shit since as they did me in the water at the christening (uh-huh)

All sorts of slaughter when I'm on recorders listentin'

Flippin' off your cam corder, kiss the ring

Grayham order hunnid in my hand, his face froze when he sniffed the thing

Used to be the baddest on the row, not a bitchin' fiend (yeah)

You either get washed up, or grow ahead to switch the scene

Now I'm doin' paid stage shows out in Switzerland (out in Switzerland)

I'm out-I'm out-I'm out here slingin', slingin'

Bringin' that, bringin' that, bringin' that drama, tryna come up in the game'

Man, I don't fuck with none of these bastards (none of 'em, these bastards)

I'm like a fuckin' father to these bastards (bastards)

I'm the future, it's no lie or rumor

I don't fuck with none of these bastards (none of these bastards)

Try maneuverin' when I fire the bazooka

This middlefinger, rap with the hoodie, uh (rap with the hoodie)