Put Tha House On It Eightball

the house on that Chorus: What you wanna do?

Pure Uncut Eightball

backwards, y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house, an if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out, y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out, sparks

Put Your Hands Up Eightball

[Featuring MJG] [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

Ball And Bun Eightball

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

Pure Uncut Remix Eightball

Pure Uncut Eightball *DMX barks in background* DMX (What?) DMX McGruff McGruff and Canibus baby. Yeah its the Pure Uncut raw we keep it raw. Its the Pure Uncut raw we keep it raw. Listen...

360 Degrees Eightball

(*Eightball*) Long time comin baby, somewhere off in the hills, me an 40 Waters choppin it up, keep or kill, on the real about this underground lifestyle, intoxicated, an always heavily sedated,

Throw Your Hands Up Eightball & MJG

featuring OutKast [Eightball] Bitch I ain't got nothing but time so I'ma get out on these cuts and grind keep my mind on cloud twenty nine my player ways keep me with plenty dimes see I'ma shine

Playerz Night Out Eightball & MJG

(music plays in back) Chorus(singing) O OH O O OH O OH It's the playerz night O OH O O OH O OH it's the players night Verse 1: Eightball I'm just loungin coolin maxin in the studio Drankin

Get Money Eightball

featuring Busta Ryhmes bring it in can you feel it can you feel it its all about the money baby [Eightball] Big Eightball straight up out the south to you honey coated money fool that's all

Intro Eightball

*Talking In The Background* Uh The streets of my city be gritty Young niggaz pack plenty and ain't never show no pity Many die on streets of concrete blasted from the heat From under the seat niggaz

Bounce Wit Me Eightball

the doors in Tell them niggaz get to steppin' let all the hoes in Make room for this big body In a big body pimp caso the life of a 'cardi Brave back as a spade Teeth glistening hard core hittin' EightBall

Lose Control (Feat. Ciara & Fat Man Scoop) Missy Elliott

in da house Misdemeanors in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs in shape Rump shakin both wayz Make u do a double take Planet Rocka show stopa

Coffee Shoppe Eightball

D-O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit That bogus holder of the sticky dolja Got me appearing on the wanted poster It's like when your body get caught on rotor's Wnen I snap like strings through boat

Down And Out Eightball

ain't nothing but hustlin' gon' feed you Many say the negativity shouldn't be glorified Eyes wide when they realize a nigga live and die The shit I speak but don't nobody give a damn Nigga hung up on

Friend Or Foe Eightball & MJG

[Featuring E 40] [Anyway it doesn't matter much how you feel you know what you got to do I'm here to do it how about you?]

Lost Control Missy Elliott

Ciara’s in da house Misdemeanor’s in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop [Missy Elliott] I’ve got a cute face Chubby waste Thick legs in shape Romp shakin’ both ways Make you do a double

Time Eightball

cheap wine and smokin' brown bag dimes I was into writing rhyme in class at school Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit Bragin' on

My First Love Eightball

pen caressin' empty pages I grab my pen caressin' empty pages Makin' love creatin' money makin' phrases Let me mold you into what I dreamed you would be Let the world see your beauty and associate it

Lose Control [f-fh]Missy Elliott

Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop [Missy Elliott] I've got a cute face Chubby waist Thick legs n shape Rump shakin both wayz Make u do a double take

Traditional - Avec Les Seraphins Du Ciel (Arr. By J. Loman) Judy Loman, Monica Whicher

Ciaras in da house Misdemeanors in tha house Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop Chubby waist Thick legs n shape Rump shakin both wayz Make u do a double take Plan rocka show stopa Flo froppa head

We Started This Eightball & MJG

MJG: Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich Started this shit and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit We gonna slam it down like to hit it here its shitted Here its time for them niggas in

Armed Robbery Eightball & MJG

how to take a boat from a victim, rush right up and stick him with a sharp object making sure that I get him put it to the river, see, nervous as a lunatic jumped out of the veichle as borrowed me

Hands In The Air Eightball

How you want it pimpin? (Whoa!) I'm so cold wid it (Whoa!)

Get It Crunk Eightball & MJG

featuring Thorough [Chorus x2] Down South we like to Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Get Drunk as a skunk and Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! Every Man and Woman Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk!

No Mercy Eightball & MJG

knock that ass up in my cadillac All of a sudden, my beeper started buzzin' on the side of me The code read 33..I knew it was MJG Step to the mobile phone..G was talkin' crazy This ho heard some niggas

Paid Dues Eightball & MJG

streets - for the beats Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be Before I made it, before somebody picked up my tape and played it With a remark like, "Hey, played that instrumental

LBC Thang (Feat. Butch Cassidy) Tha Eastsidaz

Homies hatin' homies wen we on dis G thang Now peep game, it's about ta be da next century It ain't about life witout da penitentiaries It git ta be a damn shame at times Knowin' we da strongest

Listen To Me Now Eightball & MJG

" I knew I should've had my jimmy hat strapped on "Listen to me now, believe me later on" There's a message to my madness it's more than just a song "Listen to me now, believe me later on" My fantasy

Coming Out Hard Eightball & MJG

(Eightball) Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green i'm a pimpster not a trick on a stroll ya gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick

Long Live Da Game T.I.

Waitin on time in jail But i'll die before i let em stop my mail Long as i got another ounce to sell What tha hell ima bail?

Just Like Candy Eightball & MJG

the MJG pimp tight put it to the floor 5 0 swang a right in a pina butta guts is a must drivin in the shop take a mile grab em up paint a ten clear coats to make it shine make me circle through the

Not Tonight Eightball & MJG

Eightball: Close your eyes image just you and I alone No instigators or player haters in our zone It's on we bone like two high school kids Breathing fast pumpin' hard through the night and then

In The Wind Eightball & MJG

Don't ever say that I ain't try to set it to you straight I'm out the gate before you hate but I'll be back again You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind Once again Chorus: Eightball

Reason For Rhyme Eightball & MJG

Verse 1 MJG Eightball: I'm MJG the nigga with the versatile style Check your calendar realize that I been here for awhile When I was young I took the soul up out of rhythm and blues When hip hop

Anotha Round Tha Liks

Yeah, it's the return of three crunk mothafuckas Huh huh, yeah, it's tha Liks We gots Stan the guitar man in the house Mothaplucka, uh, uh, say what?

Out Tha Gate Blaze Ya Dead Homie

) Lay your money down (put your drink on that ice) Put some volume on that sound (If you ain't come to party) Show that ass to the door (Man if you ain't come to party) Then what the hell you here for

New Millennium Homes rage against the machine

Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin Cover the spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin Cell block live stock Tha bodies their buyin Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all

New millennium homes rage against the machine

Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin Cover the spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin Cell block live stock Tha bodies their buyin Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all

Hungry People rage against the machine

Tha blood on the floor of the tear is still dryin Cover the spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin Cell block live stock Tha bodies their buyin Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all

Pimps Eightball & MJG

(Eightball) Ah yea Eightball & MJG in the muthafuckin house We came here today to talk to about this thing called pimpin It has been misunderstood over the years so now we have come to set the

Happy people Skoop on someday

힘이되주겠어 happy people's in tha house!!! タフな笑顔で happy people's in tha house!!! 나후나에가오데 happy people's in tha house!!! 멋진웃는얼굴로 happy people's in tha house!!!

Nobody But Me Eightball & MJG

Without reality checks, fuck my salary check, that ain't the reason why I want respect, but you ain't finna distress I gotta keep a level head, fuck what a devil said I'm stayin me, M-J fuckin G - Put

The Next Level Tha Alkaholiks

beats in Acupulco I put words together like Peter Jennings And skate on motherfuckers like Peggy Flemming So woah to those who owe From one oh four five six to nine oh two one oh I'm sippin on pina

Who In The Fuck Mc. Ren

Deep thoughts cloud my conscience as I curl, up in the corner on hand, and then I hurl Call my girl Tell her I'm drunk and can't make it I tried to drink the whole damn bar and couldn't take it

Break A Bitch College Eightball & MJG

Well, check it out First here's what you have to do {MJG:} It's time to let the p-i-m-p in the fuckin front do' One mo' nigga cuttin paper on the down low It's so twisted in this white man's society

Lose Control (Featuring Ciara & Fat Man Scoop) Missy Elliott

hit Everybody here Get it outta control Get yo backs off tha wall Cuz Misdemeanor said so Everybody Well mah name is Ciara For all you fly fellas No one can do it betta She sing on acapella Boy

Check Tha Resume Grand Puba

Well here's the good to go cause it gets good when it's goin It ain't so and so'n it's just Grand Puba flowin Stud Doogie Alamo on the ziggie rub the table Kunta Kinze droppin ?

Tha Beehive Lil' Kim

the steps And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct [Chorus: Kim] The Beehive!

Flashback Tha Alkaholiks

We kick it on Electric Avenue So all the girls know I'm colder than the freezer Exhibit in the house party people I'ma Libra My name is Lil Tone and I'm good to go And my zodiac sign baby is a Leo

Tonite's Tha Night Kris Kross

the deck on my cellular phone I'm just lounging, leather, sound all around And a dip on the other end wanna put me down Now no hesitation I hops to it See it ain't easy being a Mac but somebody gotta