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Eightball, the one you know from bustin' flows Bout that real shit and bout these shady ass hoes I hit the block when I was 12 and I ain't never leavin' Kept a grip and kept on tippin' right through drought season Never been a hater even at my lowest level Some niggaz get some change and sell they soul to the Devil I'm drinkin' Dom, man I'm chiefin' on some green sticky Space Age Pimpin' and my real niggaz rollin' with me Glocks and K's and Rugers with the rubber grip Got 'Tel two-way transmittin' on my hip Keep it real with them niggaz that be real with me Orange Mile forever reppin' Memphis, Tennessee - MJG Him and me, me and him, that's how we rolled Over ten million records sold, Platinum and Gold We broke the mold, ain't no duplicatin' the two Who makin' hit shit in clutch situations And demonstratin' the real quality of a team which consists of Eightball & MJG, we do this shit 'cause it feel good First of all, we sacrificed for it But afford it, then motherfuckers sheist for it In the jungle of concrete just within one beat Of the heart you can be taken apart Ain't no regret but scars from my battlin' hard tactics I think I'll roll with the paper, you can keep the plastic Letras de canciones[Chorus] I know you niggaz got doe I saw you in them videos I know you niggaz stay high I saw you at the club right? I know you niggaz keep hoes I saw you with them freak hoes I know you niggaz got it made I saw you on the front page I've seen a lot of niggaz come and go Saw some shit fall and seen a lot of shit grow Money here, money gone like a magic trick Real hustlers hustle with or without that shit I get my grind on daily 'cause I wanna see Me and my niggaz gettin' paid 'til we elderly And it ain't hard if we all put that work in Keep it twerkin 'til they close the fuckin' curtains We all dream and we all have fantasies Every nigga wanna buy that house for mama G But life is like a roll of the dice, right Sometimes you win and sometimes you just might Lose it all, fucked up sick and don't know what to do That's when you find out who really down to bust for you I rock and roll from my heart and let my soul glow And don't worry about what a nigga think he know, ya know? [Chorus] Nothin' but 24/7 - 365 Eleven to eleven I be off in the fire Of this revolution, the solution is what I'm spittin' Fat stacks of green backs is what I'm gettin' Jaw bones and microphones, that's what I'm hittin' I'm hangin' on the edge of the cliff with no mittens Thick flickin', chrome smokin', preferred potion Man will never touch my flow, deep as the ocean When you go down too far and you - can't seem to light Best to look out for that pressure baby, it bust pipes I got too much fight - in my heart, body, my insight Is magnifyed a thousand times, more than the average guys My status lies right before you with no disguise The black mack is here to step up and so I rise My shit has gone way past cold, it's freeze dry One brain can't do what I do, you need five [Chorus] From Letras Mania