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