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[Featuring Bun B Of UGK] 
[EightBall] 
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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