8 Ball Hands In The Air Lyrics
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 wit' all I got
Superstar; no I'm not
Green weed; black glock
Everybody want a piece
Dirty like a pair 'a cleats
n_____s run their mouth a lot
Like b____es and parakeets
(whoa) How you love that pimpin'
(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it
(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it
I'm like a legend or
Some kind of prophecy
Sent here to set you free
Dress, player, follow me
Into another world
Deep inside your own soul
This s___ here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls
This not 'bout makin' dough
Not 'bout no fakin' yo
Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'
Not 'bout who n____z know
This here 'bout you and me
This here 'bout poetry
This here 'bout who we be
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your m_________in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the m_________in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The m_________in' aaaaair
[Eightball]
n____ you don't know me
Why you n____z wanna beef?
All in my grill like
You the papparazzi
Boy I was fulla game
Way before this rap thang
Real 'fore the money came
That's why I will never change
Me - ain't nobody like
Even though they try to be
n____z think they are but they ain't f___in' with me lyric'ly
(Yo) I was born wit' it
Din't nobody teach it to me
Over hot beef
Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me
(Yo) Chose me to be a
Prophet and lead my people
Murder non-believers
I hit 'em heavy with it
Yo I stay ready wit' it
Come try to test me wit' it
Regret you ever did
Call who a pimp and
I got my own back
You got them baby paper?
I got them grown stacks
But this ain't 'bout no bread
Not 'bout what n____z said
Not 'bout what hoes believe
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your m_________in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the m_________in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The m_________in' aaaaair
[Eightball]
Yeah I gotta come again
Just to let you know the deal
Eight ways to company
Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
We the n____z should not nobody be f___in wit'
Slayer riders Chopper city
Had you b____es doubled quick
This ain't 'bout who rap the best
This ain't 'bout who got the most
This is not no gangsta rap
This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes
This here ain't no country s___
Ain't no way to label this
Memphis where I come from
Orange mile veteran
What I represent - whoever live in poverty
Hard working n____z that
Try to hustle honestly
And I represent who
Lookin' good and feelin' nice
n____z on there drinkin' 'dro
Fresh clothes; full of ice
(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest
(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this
This ain't bout where you from
This ain't bout where you be
This here 'bout feelin free
If you in here with me
[Chorus]
Keep your ears wide open
This is all grill no jokin'
Throw your m_________in' hands up in the air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
Better keep your ears open
This is all grill no boastin'
Throw your hands up in the m_________in' air
If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
The m_________in' aaaaair
[Eightball]
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Go 'head and put 'em up
Put your hands where I can see 'em
Put your hands where I can see 'em
[unknown voice talking]
Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla
Code line
Slab two is goin' down baby
This your boy Milwaukee
Stop prayin'
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