[Eightball]
  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
  Niggers run their mouth a lot
  Like bitches 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 shit 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 niggaz 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' air
  If you feel me throw your hands up in the air
  The motherfuckin' aaaaair
  
  [Eightball]
  Nigga you don't know me
  Why you niggaz 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
  Niggaz think they are but they ain't fuckin' 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
  With lyrics that are lethal
  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 niggaz said
  Not 'bout what hoes believe
  If you in here with me
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Eightball]
  Yeah I gotta go again
  Just to let you know the deal
  Eight ways to company
  Beats come from doin' real (yeah)
  We the niggaz should not nobody be fuckin wit'
  Slayer riders Chopper city
  Had you bitches 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 shit
  Ain't no way to label this
  Memphis where I come from
  Orange mile veteran
  What I represent - whoever live in poverty
  Hard working niggaz that
  Try to hustle honestly
  And I represent who
  Lookin' good and feelin' nice
  Niggaz 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]
  
  [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'