[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . I've had my courage measured. By the great heroic death. Behind a grisly image. A grim and ghastly wrath.
[Eightball]. This for all my G's and my niggas that ride with me. Only God feel the pain and only he can really see. Through the eyes of a child. A baby born wild.
I saw creation. Laws of the nature. I saw the world with pride. . I saw the fire. Scorching flames of Muspell. I saw the darkest tide. . I seek the wisdom.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storesund]. . Blackened cinder black blood of wrath. . Dreadful dominion the pit be prepared. Blackened wrath burn its becoming.
Hrr de rir et rykte srfra. Herskjold og herda oddar herje. Kampkloke, hissige kjlskodde hestar. Spydver i vente. Med dragar i stavnen. . Malmsterke udyr vente.
To be or not to be, that is the question. Ball and G, that's the answer. Living legends, many are called but few are chosen. You know their names, legends of the south.
[Lyrics by Frode Glesnes]. [Music by Gerhard Storsund & Frode Glesnes]. . A freezing winter sweeps the land. A creeping frost sets in. The fog encircles the castle.
Verse One: MJG. . Here comes the one they call the P.I. -- M.P.. Straight out the cut no one can see I -- bust these. Way out of touch with all them bustas in my rear view.
She sees arise. A second time. Earth from the sea. Dressed evergreen. Fairier than all. Waterfalls flow. As from a dream. For us it still is. . Once again strangely wonderful.
[Twista]. Damn. what happens when the Twista gets high in the Suave House. Y'all motherfuckers know who this is. Here's some mack shit. . [Twista]. Ooh, I can feel a reefer crawl in me all in me.
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 know him.
[Eightball]. Eightball, the one you know from bustin' flows. Bout that real shit and bout these shady ass hoes. I hit the block when I was 12 and I ain't never leavin'.
Gloomy days got my head twisted. Mystic visions of a razor blade. Cut my blunt with precision. Stuff it till it's bustin'. . Sippin' on some Tussin'. Imagine it, gothic hustlin'.
Yeah. Shiny lips, round hips, I love dat. I know you tired of them cats wit that old rap. In ya face, breath stink, you can't think. He wanna take you home 'cause you bought you a drink.
Hickory dickory dock, dock. Hickory dickory dock, dock. Your girl pulled out my cock, my cock. . Here a girl, there a girl, ev'rywhere I go a girl. Blow dro wit the girl, I don't even know the girl.
Bring it in, can you feel, it can you feel it. It's all about the money, baby. . Big Eightball straight up out the south to you. Honey coated money fool that's all I wanna do.
They fight, they fight, they fight, they fight. Get low, get low, get low, get low. They shoot, they shoot, they shoot, they shoot. Get low, get low, get low, get low.
[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!.
We represent it to the fullest. Keep it gangsta mang. You know them niggas from the dirty. Do them gangsta thangs. Hoes love it when I pull up in my big ol' truck.