8 On 8 (feat. Big Judah, 8Block Wop, G8 Deuce & Bangout) - 8Block Bam

Okay okay okay I won't change for shit And I tie my shoes up will not trip bout a bitch It's enough he acting Okay again I say, I will not change for shit And I tie my shoes up, will not trip 'bout a bitch Oh, it's enough, he acting tough, pass shots out like a fifth I glued my foot to that gas ain't trying to stop for shit You can't even pay for my bitch, ain't got enough expenses Is he a shooter, or a killer, you got to know the difference Baby I be trying to mind my business, I don't know them n***as All these drugs if I die, I don't think They want my kidneys All these n***as kitty, bitches they just good for bitchin Fuck the net, boy, log offline and go hop on your business Milly your block with chops, I'm on feet now, I was out the window Bitch don't touch me, most you doing is giving my dick a hickey Uh Uh Uh Fuck is that bitch is that my whole city wicked Y'all is not steppers, y'all whole crew full of paralyzed bitches Bitch, now, where did I go wrong I had NFL dreams, but thirteen I was running in homes God can be my witness, your shit unlocked and you wasn't at home Son, how the fuck u get all them damn shoes, these from my Bros That's what I told her, devil on my shoulder I ain't living right, hug Ray Ray tight when I hold her Mama baby hold his own, I'm thugging how I'm post to Before you run off I'm gone walk up, thought I told you I Thought I told you Before you run off I'm gone walk up I thought I told you You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run Bitch I thought I told you, we in them mini vans wit drums If I said then I mean it, if that shit came off my tongue This shit personal before I kill him take off my mask and my gloves n***as Seen him on the remembrance page "aha" I just struggled n***as Scrolled past but really wanted to comment fuck that, fuck n***as Then I called n***as that put him on there like "what up" n***as Say we rappers, like the Opps, don't know n***as we touched n***as Shoot any where, I don't care, rapper who, rapper where Stepped in Givenchy, black Air Force activity don't make grab a pair Why you say you shot at me, you see me you clapped the air Know I rep that bird, but sorry I'm not up there, it's stuck there Play I up the Kay, dump and spray, now I'm up Up The Way, making jokes with Ray Laughing at that pussy boy bout how he tried to run away He tried to run away but he couldn't get away Bitch

Kid Classic Yeah, yeah, yeah Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt) Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go) Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grrr) Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?) Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo) Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick Turn me up, get me lit (Grra), young boy looking fresh like a lick Whole team run it up with the clique (Yeah) Last lap better pass me the stick Stick (Woo, woo), stick (Yeah), stick (Grra) Stick, stick (Yeah), stick, stick (Woo), stick I be walkin' 'round town with the stick (Yeah) Real fresh like you just bit a mint (Grra) On the block, told 'em put down the brick (Yeah) They don't know none else hit licks They said trappin' ain't dead (Yeah), gotta get they family fed (Yeah) Uncle used to move weight, where he at? Now he dead (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I call you professional capper (Woo) Need a Grammy for best internet rapper (Brrt) Turn the beat up, do my dance, this a slapper (Yeah) Really outside know some boys that'll clap ya Let it bang, it come back like boomerang (Yeah) You a killer on ya records, in your courtroom, you gon' sing, ah Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt) Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go) Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grr) Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?) Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo) Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick Ayy-ayy, ayy, stick, yeah, stick, yeah, we lit (Ayy-ayy) Ridin' through the city looking like Rafiki Crew walkin' 'round with the stick (Do-do-do) Money gettin' low lookin' like a dashiki Down wit' my dawgs like pets (Do-do-do) 50 round, 100 round, yeah, you better run around Dogs gon' sit like Midge Yeah, I'm big as it gets Ain't no hitter, you miss (No hitter, you miss) Ain't no bargainin' (Bargainin') You can't come hard as this (Can't come as hard as this) On God you state my dawgs been eatin' Can't touch this plate, you participate Until you fate, we see you slate We play, we Memphis, no complaints Ridin' 'round the city with a brand new whip (Skrt) Holy Ghost filled, got the brand new drip (Let's go, ayy) Sack on the play, Ray Lewis with the hit (Grr) Covered in the blood, church boy with the stick (What?) Stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo) Stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick (Woah), stick (Woo), stick Turn me up, get me lit (Grra), young boy looking fresh like a lick Whole team run it up with the clique (Yeah) Last lap better pass me the stick Stick (Woo, woo), stick (Yeah), stick (Grra) Stick, stick (Yeah), stick, stick (Woo), stick (MainMain) On my block, that's a place you don't wanna go Man, my dad sold more gas than the corner store MainMain preached in the streets, Yeah, I give 'em hope (I give 'em hope) You can't sell 'em no dreams, 'cause they sellin' dope (No) I go dumb, I go foolish like Shawty Lo (Shawty Lo) Jesus turned two fish to Pappadeaux Watch me shine in the field like I'm Julio Got the stick, it ain't tucked for who want it, though, yeah Yeah