Intro: P. Diddy] It's Bad Boy South Niggaz, Ball and G Orange Mound, the moment you been waitin for Collaboration, c'mon now Let's go, let's go, let'
(feat. Mjg, Too $Hort) [8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga
drop top we all ballin' non-stop To the head baby, we keep [edited] don't trip Think it over baby we toss [edited] so don't slip [Andre] Hold it down, Ball
tech Pure uncut, fire it up, and watch the fiends come back Bubblin', real dogs stay around for troublin Eightball, pick up the ball, when them tricks
out and feel me I chose the righteous path and now people are out to kill me Killing myself, advertising suicide Explaining formulas for black on black genicides In other
Timbo's ain't scuffed, hydro, I got enough That kind that make you choke, everytime you take a puff Them real playaz chief it, nothin but ballers keep
[Chorus: Eightball] be ballin g's we get buck all ballin g's just get crunk bitches let me see you ride that dick nigga you got ice than rock that shit
much how you feel, you know what you got to do, I'm here to do it, how about you?) [E-40:] Our age, five-years-old we were young bucks scrubbin' each others
[Eightball] Okay; comin' from the top of my Dome when I'm droppin' my Own type of style, and Ain't nobody stoppin' my Rise to the very top Hit 'em up
who this is Here's some mack shit [Twista] Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me Swooping through the hood where mostly ballas be Steady hearing
a jelly worker, like Smuckers Workin against them suckers, big facin just to love a broad that done been around the world in a day Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay Ball
[Verse One:] I have no face, I have no body, I have no heart I have no soul I don't care if you're young if you're old Here's my mission, I'm out to
m a man of plenty thangs and plenty plans Rather than, your average, sit around do nothing brother Stuck on having his Wrong way one way or the other,
the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz
Smoke, Dont Smoke... I Just Want The Paper I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper, I Just Want The Paper [Verse 1: 8ball] M-E-M-P-H-I-S I'mma
[24 second instrumental to open] [8 Ball] Yeah.. What'chu talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? Why you walkin out, where you think you goin? You actin
my neck, and I start up the light show And proceed to takin' over, you cut with the white snow This one here is for my ballers and my true street thugs
candy or you die descending, my mind goes back into reality to some, having candy paint is just a fantasy custom leather everywhere you look is woodgrain big Ball
