Letras:
Middle Eight

Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds

yes y'all (Bring your cell-phone cause I fade them all) Bullets fly But they don't give a fuck about who dies When you're in the middle of the fuckin'

got two balls and a middle finger to throw up Then i'm takin' off both shoes and stickin' each middle toe up (fuck y'all!) Mr. Eon: If y'all got a bowl

I got a big bop I'm wanted by the block I take a ruff-neck chicken make stop in stone top Cause I roll with the army of sixty-eight The Privates' don'

leave And thus I came into existence What else can I tell you I could reminisce about the kiss That really blew my mind I could demonstrate how when I was eight

your ass in line Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga You was watchin me through your window nigga Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes Middle

nine feet high and six feet wide soft as a downy chick It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick It'd hold eight

all can't stop, Gangsta music (sic sic sic sic sic); Y'all can't stop it, y'all can't stop, Gangsta music (sic sic sic sic); BUCK BUCK! [VERSE TWO:] Ibuprofen, eight

office, he started licking the pavement. Every night now since we moved in that new house there's this noise outside the door at just about half seven or eight