-one I had fun, eight-two I was new Eight-three I did me, eight-four I had grew Eighty-five it got live, eight-six in the mix Eighty-seven in the kicks
up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs bad boys Yo, who the fuck is this pagin' me at eight
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
'all understand Understand I'm the man, move them thangs hand to hand I open shop, shop, takeover yo block, block Pull up on that thang slow, everybody stop, stop
to the e'zzy', M to the whizz I My arms stay breezy, the don's stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a
hours of make up, what happened these old divas? Hey boo, what's goin' on girl? Lookin' all good Hey guys, thank you Get over here girl, look at you! Seven eight
're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair-nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drug, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop,
jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself a bag and I can't wait To cut em up small to make a profit Niggaz on the cut short stop it Fiends'll see em
Ooh, I just hear mom prayin', I just hear gran sayin "Somebody oughta just, reach out and, help me" Eight decades and four years and gran still kickin
up properly So can you live up to your name girl? I see you talk a good game girl! If I was da seven can I get eight? (Can I get eight?) Just buy you
it I got my mellow Sean Lett He gonna get down for y'all Chicago style Eighty seven you know the bidness check it Chorus: Common Sean Lett After eight
They dance and dance and dance Watch each hair on your head turn gray Look out the window and count your days One two four five six seven eight There
check these chicks 'Cuz you know they gonna block when I take these flicks Mission seven, gotta make my rounds Givin' eyes to the guys, now I think I found 'em Mission eight
rolled them sevens with nothing to lose And this ain't no place for the weary kind You called all your shots Shooting eight ball at the corner truck stop
through your box I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular) Rock six seven eight
900-Do-Away-With-All-Snitches Stop complaining, the game is for entertainment What is it when niggaz heads gettin covered with blankets? It's just a one-eight-seven
is all on this tape You heard seven get ready for eight That's right, bitch, $hort said eight of them Don't belive me? Start countin' while I name them Don't stop
