Check 1, 2
  Check 1, 2 baby, yeah, uh
  1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2
  somebody better tells these mothafuckers how we wreck fools
  Disrespect fools
  Check and snap necks too
  Chrushin' duos
  Sittin', waitin' on the next 2
  Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs
  Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs
  Scatterin', niggaz chatterin'
  About where they been
  Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with
  Stereotipical, down South country shit
  On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit
  It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn
  Makin' hip-hop, funky as a chit-a-lin
  Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men
  Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in
  Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about
  Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South
  Chorus:
  [EightBall]
  I don't know where ya been,
  And I don't know what ya seen
  But I know deep down South,
  It's all about the green
  [Bun]
  Now, I don't know what ya seen,
  And I don't know where ya been
  But I know deep down South, ya keep your G-U-N
  [EightBall]
  I don't know what you've done,
  And I don't know what you do
  But I know deep down South
  Nigga, it's all on you
  [Bun]
  Now, I don't know what you do
  An I know what you've done
  But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else,
  But Ball and Bun
  [Bun]
  I see no evil,
  Say no evil,
  Hear no evil,
  Try not to get in no evils
  Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils
  Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down
  South gon' put that crush down
  Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down
  Takin' that shit so much clown
  Don't even sound real no mo'
  Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo
  Fuck you and that steel .44
  I'm triz, oh hoe
  Pay your dumbasses no nevermind
  Flip flows, so clever shine
  Like diamond grapes on leather vines
  Forever I regard it
  As the first fool that started
  Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted
  Hands, black hearted, cold
  Get retarded
  Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz
  I played niggaz
  Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz
  I stay niggaz
  That is the fight, what you believe
  Give you life room to breathe
  But tonights the night for you to leave
  As soon as sleep
  Ain't got, no tricks up,
  Your still get mixed up
  From Southern black macks
  That stay gettin' they dicked sucked
  Chorus
  [EightBall]
  Crooked as the first letter in the word South
  Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought
  Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out
  At my nigga house
  98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out
  Screwed up, drinkin' my cup
  Grippin' my nuts
  Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup
  Wet up, fucked up, what's up?
  Test us, guess what?
  True but, you just, messed up
  Deeper, than encyclopedia Britanica
  If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya
  [Bun]
  To all you Betty Crocker,
  Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake
  But don't know what it took to make that bitch,
  Take a look you fake
  And switch your recipe
  Niggaz always takin' tests of me
  Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate
  Bring the best of me
  Leave your mouth open, sesame seed
  I seperate from stem and weed
  Me, I go, murder
  Murder them in deep blood clot
  They get all red hot from lead shots
  And what not
  Mine, I go dead after red dot
  And buckshot,
  So bitch niggaz get the fuck out
  Leave suckas stuck, fuck props
  This where the buck stops
  Chorus
  [EightBall Talking]
  Yeah, Euphoric images
  Psycadelic gangsta shit
  This is fuckin' groovy man
  I'll be back
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