Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - Put Tha House On It lyrics

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I remember (I remember)
 Right before I used to go to sleep (right before I used to go to sleep)
 Me and my mom (me and my mom)
 My mom used to tell me to say (my mom used to tell me to say)
 Now I lay me down to sleep (now I lay me down to sleep)
 I pray to the lord my soul to keep (I pray to the lord my soul to keep)
 If I shall die (if I shall die)
 Before I wake (before I wake)
 I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord)
 My soul to take (my soul to take)

 So much drama in a nigga life
 I have to take the scenic route home, and check the closets at night
 Not afraid of the dark, just what the dark hides
 Killas with they facemask, tryin' to get my safe cash
 If I catch 'em should I blast, nigga?
 Hell yeah
 Cause if they catch me up in they shit, I'ma dead man
 My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
 By any means necesary, thats what Malcolm said
 So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
 Fuck a lot of hoes, make dough, and kick the bo-bo
 It's hard but fair
 MJG told your bitch ass
 Quick fast, I make my shit last, and put you in the past
 Don't ask cat, go get a mask and a gat
 Snatch a nigga wife, and make her tell ya where them bitches at
 Mafia style, break the code and I'ma break your back
 Straight up dogg, I put the house on that

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 What you wanna do?
 Go to war man?
 Well, talk is cheap, and the game done changed
 Fights, only midnight gun blaze
 So I say
 Watch your back and don't come around my way

 [Talking]
 What must be
 What shall be
 That which is necesity to him that struggles
 Is little more than choice to him that is willing

 One of them fake niggaz, I'm hot like TNT
 Blow up, and have you standin' in a puddle of pee-pee
 See me, you couldn't do if you sight was 20-20
 My lyrics so fat they made me go and call Jenny
 Used to be poor like penny, not Anferne, but Janet
 Until I unleashed my poetry upon the planet
 Harder than granite
 Player haters can't stand it
 White folks would ban it, cause they children demand it
 Tryin' to live a life, I've been fightin' to escape
 Earnin' my respect, and never takin' breaks
 Breakin' cakes
 Everyday I'm on a paper chase
 Shake and bake
 Just so I could double up my ri-up
 We buck, but don't nobody wanna find that out
 Murder niggaz lyrically instead of pullin' my gat out
 Now I'm on some hard core, makin' me a mill shit
 Nothin' but the real shit
 Soldier in the field shit
 Feel this,
 Nigga life will never slow it down
 You need to do like New Edition baby, cool it now
 One of us gon' chill, it's gon' be me or you cat
 Fuck what you heard, I put the house on that
 Bitch

 Chorus

 [Talkin]
 You know (you know)
 I want you to remember (I want you to remember)
 Heaven is above all {heaven is above all)
 And death is the judge that no king can corrupt (and death is the judge that
 no king can corrupt)
 And hell (and hell)
 Hell is only the truth (hell is only the truth)
 Seen too late (seen too late)
 Can you dig that? (can you dig that?)

 Lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today
 Give me the strength to be a man, and turn my cheek the other way
 The devil in the form of my enemy has tested me
 Now I must retaliate before they get they best of me
 No name callin', hoe, I wouldn't give you the pleasure
 So you can run and tell niggaz that I'm the one jealous
 Oh yeah
 I'm supposed to fall for that punk shit
 All you did was sign a contract, to get your ass kicked
 Blasted
 Found in a ditch with your wig split
 Thinkin' that we niggaz on some rappin' kiddie kid shit
 Dig this
 Is my success a threat to you?
 Nigga why you hate me, cause I do the shit I do?
 Be true, nigga spit it or forget it
 If I'm the one wrong, I'll be the first to admit it
 And then we can get down, any way you want it
 My nigg 'Twan told me
 Ball, put the house on that mayne

 Chorus

 [Talking]
 Yeah man
 To mothafuckers that don't understand this shit man
 Know what I'm sayin'?
 Nigga better feel me this time
 I ain't goin'
 You know what I'm talkin' about man?
 Check this out man
 Shit makes me hot man
 Bitch ass niggaz man
 Talkin' that shit man
 Know what I'm talkin' about?
 Tryin' to let these niggaz know
 Bitch
 It ain't no playin' no more mothafucker
 Yeah
 Bet them hoes felt that
 Don't come around my way
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