Ball And Bun

[Featuring Bun be	 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-you-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 want to 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-be	 gonna handle ya 

[Bun] 

To all you Betty Crocker, 

Cock knockers that want to 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 separate 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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