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Eightball - Jankie

Tekst :

You might not know it but you
You gotta say it baby
The company you keep
It change daily baby
How did you get the Mercedes and the Escalade lately
How come its been trouble in the places you stayed lately
The black cat affair
A broken mirror
Two steps up under the ladder would bring me near her
To good luck that fucking with you
You make the sun rain
The same moment you left
Thats when the fun came

(Eightball)
Always bumping like a bad lady ho quit that
Straight up ask a nigga to pay when he wanna hit that
Always wanna drank my Hennessey
And smoke weed
Take you out to see a movie
Hoe please
If i ain t got to get a room i don t get one
I could hit you in the car and it ll be just as fun
There s six lil letters that describe you hoe
I could sing it much better baby this is how it goes

Chorus: Repeat 2x
The J the A the N the K the I the E
What that spell
Jankie (word up)
Bitch why you so jankie (word up)

(MJG)
Wussup sneaky nigga
How come you running yo mouth
And talking about bout some shit that really you don t even know bout
The way i see it you a slick instigata
You thank you low key but you steamin like hot potatoe
In the middle of the fuckin day in Jamaica
Chocolate strawberry or vanilla couldn t shake a
Jankie ass nigga like you
You built with fly paper
Leave shit around you and its gone good-bye later
(Eightball)
Always got your hand stuck out askin for shit
Instead of working you be begging trying to get rich quick
Faking acting like u interested just 2 hang around
Tell a nigga u a part of this and know u ain t down
U lying trying 2 hang tryin 2 pull u some hoes
Tellin them about the famous niggas that u know
U worst than the bitch u need 2 slow down dog
For niggas like you me and G made this song

Chrous (2x)

(MJG)
When you was six years old you was hit
Everytime they played the damn game and shit

(Eightball)
Wanna hang so everybody know your name and shit
U s a jankie mothafucka if I seen one trick

(MJG)
I seen one to
When lookin at you
You fit the definition
The height the body size yep the full description

(Eightball)
Please nigga get you head on straight and stop trippin
Gotta brag and stunt for you to get a little attention

(MJG)
Plus I mention you know you be frequently big cappin
And anything that a bitch want you give rapid

(Eightball)
Thats why hoes beg and broke and ain t shit
Gotta lay up under niggas and cook and suck dick

(MJG)
Not clean for a nigga and fix my truck bitch
But everythang that you do still ain t enough shit

(Eightball)
This for niggas and hoes
This for all of those
If you know somebody jankie this how the song goes

Chorus (5x)

Eightball - If i die

Tekst :

Mic check one two
you know when you lose somebody
somebody that s close to you
somebody that s probably not even that close to you
you might have just knew him
it s hard to put it into words you know
it s hard to say what you feel
it s hard to say what you feel....
I guess all wounds heal over time
you know...but uh
all i can do now is reminisce

(Verse One)
Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street
His eyes wide open and it s fucking with me
I can t believe this shit it really seems unreal
My streetwise ass dog ended up getting killed
We used to laugh but now this shit ain t funny at all
Thinking about when my dog first started to ball
Telling me I was blessed use my gift
But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit (so hard)
Young eyes attract glitter like glue
Running with a crew doing everything they do
Smoked out drinking mad dog and thunderbird
My momma screaming but I swear I never heard a word
My homeboy s momma cool but she smoke crack
Now getting high is how she bring her son back
Imagine that so many kids are living this
One day my son will lose someone and reminisce
I hope it s me when I m a hundred and three
Your homeboy getting killed that s some bad shit to see
I hope you agree and make it better for the young ones
Cause these momma s can t take no more dead sons

Chorus

Can t you see the way we live
The world wouldn t spin without gangsta shit
I don t know what you ve been told
But baby somebody told me
(Only the strong will survive)
If I die press play to bring me back to life
(Only the strong will survive)
Hey yo if I die press play to bring me back to life

(Verse Two)
Riding around in a hoop smoked out behind tent
Serving all day hitting corners getting bent
Time went by quick when we was kicking it
I wish that there was a way I could have predicted this
Somehow thought the shit but I can t blame myself
I just wish that death would have took somebody else
That niggas shorty looks just like he did
So in a sense I guess my homeboy will live again
In the eyes of his seed forever dad
No one to call on when momma is doing bad
Mad at the world for the pain he feels
I pray to god that his momma shows him what s real

Chorus

(Verse Three)
Every day I thank god for watching over me
If I didn t have rapping I don t know where I would be
Trying to move a key strong armed robbery
My destiny could have been an early death of me
Just to be alive pushing twenty-five
I lived to talk about the shit many didn t survive
All I ask is that we think about the lives passed away
Never to see another sunny day
>From rocks in the hand to keys in the van
No more being broke waiting on the postman
Cost more than the time that you put into it
Now you got the cheese why the fuck you still do it
Greed a need to speed away your precious time
Playa use your mind find yourself another grind
If not for yourself... for the kids sake
Cause they ll all be where were all at today

Chorus

Man oh man
It s wild what these streets are doing to us
You know what I m saying?
I was thinking I was telling my homie
If I were to name all the people that I knew
That was not here with us no more
It would take a whole album
You know what I m saying?
So i wanna say rest in peace to my homeboy pinkhouse
Rest in peace to my homeboy dice
Who showed me much love in the short time i knew him
Rest in peace to my homeboy Nino
Much love from the hood we still ride with ya

Eightball - Put your hands up

Tekst :

[EightBall]
Yeah
All my playa niggaz throw your hands up
And all my thug niggaz throw your guns up
Weak niggaz give your funds up, to these hoes
Distance your foes, and stay up on your toes
I love this game, but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ, doin shit the playa way
Daily smokin hay
The time on my Roly, tellin me I m gonna make cheese like Kobe
Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies
Hooked the honies, lookin like I got some money
Ain t it funny, they diss you when you lookin bunny
But she your honey, when your stuff shrimps in her tummy
I just call it how I see it, non-fictional
Deliver the bomb shit, straight irresistable
Without a pistol, I ll make you put your hands up
So everybody in the place put your hands up
Chorus
Stompin , and pimpin and mackin and actin
Bad when a nigga rappin
Get your hands up, let me see the big butts
We don t wanna see nothin but the big butts
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Thug niggaz if you feel me bust
No matter where you at pull your shit out and bust
Yeah, first to bringin the pain
And you better bring a Hertz too
Southern voodoo brewed up to curse you
May even hurt you, born into violence
Streets a pilot, flyin rhymes over cloudy beats
50 thousand feet above what you thought I was
Just a scrub, not good enough to get your love
I came with acrobatic tongue tactics
Parental advisory because my shit is graphic
Tatooed on your memory that fat Tennesee MC
Comin out hard, they call me Mr. B-I-G
But not because of my size, you better recognize
I m do or die, when you talk about my green guys
Warn the citizens, the killers on the loose again
Gone off of lucigens, clownin in the big Benz
All I wanna do is make a nigga get bucked
So get up, and get your mothafuckin hands up
Chorus
[MJG]
Throw your hands in the smoke, cause there s smoke in the air
Get close to me, I ll contact your ass like a flare
As you stare, nigga you gonna come to term with what you see
A primitive example of the shit you want to be
And I ain t gonna be
Persuaded, by blue sueded shoe wearin
Slick gun bitches, who get paid quick
Trick niggaz stop all of that trickin and shit
If she come with a price tag, fuck that bitch
Why should you switch?
From one hoe, and love em all
Cause she could suck the flavor out a dick?
Hell nah
One thing you gotta know about a woman
Big dicks will be the reason for some shit known to get that pussy
comin
Now who I be, before the G, MJ
Nigga I ain t tryin to high side
But have a nice day
Like a, get a way girl
I get hips to watch
I m takin applications
Look at all the traffic you stopped
Chorus X2

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Jalousien brechen Strahlen
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