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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