Ball And Bun Lyrics - Singles - Eightball & Mjg

Check 1, 2 

Check 1, 2 baby, yeah uh 

1, 2, 1, 2, microphone check, 2 

Somebody better tells these mothafuckers 

How we wreck fools, disrespect fools 

Check and snap necks too 

Crushin' duos 

Sittin', waitin' on the next 2 

Nigga, me and Bun got the extra clips and bullet proofs 

Gone off illegal shit, bustin' out the sunroofs 

Scatterin', niggaz chatterin' 

About where they been 

Where they from, why they hate me, and relate me with 

Stereotypical, down South country shit 

On the real, we on the hustlin' makin' money shit 

It's EightBizall makin' nigga feel Memphis, Tenn 

Makin' hip hop, funky as a chit-a-lin 

Bitter men, mad, thinkin' that they better men 

Knockin' at the Suave House door, but we won't let 'em in 

Hoes and niggaz, got a lot of shit to talk about 

Runnin' your mouth, can get you dead, deep down South 

I don't know where ya been 

And I don't know what ya seen 

But I know deep down South 

It's all about the green 

Now, I don't know what ya seen 

And I don't know where ya been 

But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N 

I don't know what you've done 

And I don't know what you do 

But I know deep down South 

Nigga, it's all on you 

Now, I don't know what you do 

An I know what you've done 

But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else 

But Ball and Bun 

I see no evil, say no evil, hear no evil 

Try not to get in no evils 

Raised up on Briz and Biz Bo-wevils 

Ain't no sequels for your people when we touch down 

South gon' put that crush down 

Nigga lay your philly, and you'll touch down 

Takin' that shit so much clown 

Don't even sound real no mo' 

Your cap'll get peeled, slo-mo 

Fuck you and that steel .44 

I'm Triz, oh hoe 

Pay your dumbasses, no, never mind 

Flip flows, so clever shine 

Like diamond grapes on leather vines 

Forever I regard it 

As the first fool that started 

Movin' gassed up niggaz till they farted 

Hands, black hearted, cold 

Get retarded 

Like slingblade, it bring made niggaz 

I played niggaz 

Still wanna see a thing fade niggaz 

I stay niggaz 

That is the fight, what you believe 

Give you life room to breathe 

But tonights the night for you to leave 

As soon as sleep 

Ain't got, no tricks up 

Your still get mixed up 

From Southern black macks 

That stay gettin' they dicked sucked 

I don't know where ya been 

And I don't know what ya seen 

But I know deep down South 

It's all about the green 

Now, I don't know what ya seen 

And I don't know where ya been 

But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N 

I don't know what you've done 

And I don't know what you do 

But I know deep down South 

Nigga, it's all on you 

Now, I don't know what you do 

An I know what you've done 

But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else 

But Ball and Bun 

Crooked as the first letter in the word South 

Niggaz who be 'bout gettin' paid, even when it's a drought 

Fuckin' some stout, smokin' out 

At my nigga house 

98 live, side bet and gettin' screwed out 

Screwed up, drinkin' my cup 

Grippin' my nuts 

Hoes be jockin', but eager niggaz get setup 

Wet up, fucked up, what's up? 

Test us, guess what? 

True but, you just, messed up 

Deeper, than encyclopedia Britannica 

If Ball don't do it, then Bun-B gonna handle ya 

To all you Betty Crocker 

Cock knockers that wanna cook a cake 

But don't know what it took to make that bitch 

Take a look you fake and switch your recipe 

Niggaz always takin' tests of me 

Pressin' me, just to see the stress and hate 

Bring the best of me 

Leave your mouth open, sesame seed 

I separate from stem and weed 

Me, I go, murder 

Murder them in deep blood clot 

They get all red hot from lead shots 

And what not 

Mine, I go dead after red dot 

And buckshot 

So bitch niggaz get the fuck out 

Leave suckas stuck, fuck props 

This where the buck stops 

I don't know where ya been 

And I don't know what ya seen 

But I know deep down South 

It's all about the green 

Now, I don't know what ya seen 

And I don't know where ya been 

But I know deep down South, ya keep your G U N 

I don't know what you've done 

And I don't know what you do 

But I know deep down South 

Nigga, it's all on you 

Now, I don't know what you do 

An I know what you've done 

But we can't tell ya 'bout nobody else 

But Ball and Bun 

Yeah, euphoric images 

Psycadelic gangsta shit 

This is fuckin' groovy man 

I'll be back, 3004