[Mysonne]
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Uhh (uhh)
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Wanna blow? (Wanna blow?) Pretty Tone (Pretty Tone)
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Suave House (suave House) Eightball (Eightball) Tony Draper (Draper)
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All Out (All Out), Murder (Murder)
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Harlem World (Harlem World), problem children (problem children)
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Y'all niggaz got problems (y'all niggaz got problems)
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Uhh (uhh) UHH (UHH) Yo (YO)
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Now I can play with these hoes, or spray four-fours
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Whatever the situation, may call for
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I can sport linen, pimp hard, court women
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Have the ice, hand to waves all spinnin
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Or I can get in, to some real thug shit
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Armed robbery, slash, deal drug shit
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Peel slugs quick, cause I'm versatile
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I can ice grill, but I'm worse when I smile
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Expert with style, y'all give hoes cash
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All I give em, is hard dick and coke in they ass
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Bitch, move that, true playa, true dat
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Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "Who dat?"
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Representin from the Bronx, to the Dirty South
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Spittin drug flows, with my dirty mouth
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We got it all, from grams to Eightballs
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Yeah we players, and refs, we make calls
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Chorus: Eightball (repeat 2X)
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Now everybody wanna do what a playa do
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But everybody can't do what a playa do
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(I see you playa) All in the mix right
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I see you playa (Yeah I got my shit tight)
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[Eightball]
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Bring it to niggaz I don't be slippin on my literary
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Sick when I'm gone off that Jane first name Mary
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Eightball, ain't no other like this Southern brother
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Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt booty duster
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Never been a point shaver or a hoe saver
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Just a weed craver, Suave House assassinator
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To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the House bitch
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Gold in the mouth shit, straight South shit
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Orange Mound slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound
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Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the club to' down
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I like them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
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Thick yella Cinderella, hair shop scholar
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Pimp shit, and I'ma keep it straight +Space Age+
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Every year, turn the book of life to a new page
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Kick rhymes hotter than Texas in July
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Suave House playa til the day that I die, uhh
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Chorus
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[Mase]
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Sauve House motherfucker, All Out motherfucker
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Wanna blow motherfucker? Team nigga til I'm low motherfucker
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Yo, I went from O-T to O-C to all the paper
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Leads to fatigue then ? the gators
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If ain't about the money nigga? Call me later
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How many niggaz talk Benzes? Seen them one
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Not videos and picture shit, those don't count
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I'm the nigga talkin millions and, own the amount
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Mr. Frosty, the nigga never fold for chips
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When the money on the line bitch I roll trips
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Cut a bitch off for a week and let her know what she miss
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Hundred grand worth of shit nigga glow on my wrist
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Bought a range just to go with the six
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When I flip for these chips, shit is never over a bitch
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You got some nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em
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You will see how many niggaz miss him
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I put pellets in the air let the shit hit em
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Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip kiss him
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Shit you drive all tinted, I put my honey in it
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Won't, stop your bank, ain't enough money in it
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Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you know about
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floatin down Eighth, gettin head in the Rolls
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You had, money like that you wouldn't be measurin those
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You motherfuckin barely sold, barely gold
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Niggaz send it rough I send it back the same way it came
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You ain't dissin me until you say my name, motherfucker
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Chorus
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Do What Playas Do
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Mase |