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All 4 Nuthin'


by Eightball. Buy album CD: Lost


[Featuring E 40 Rappin 4 Tay Spice 1]
Weeble lations!!
(*E 40*)
Weeble lations testin testin.
Testin testin
hey turn my mic up this a bitch I got my dudes up in this mutha
fucka that boy Eightball 4 Tay Speeze weeze Spice weeze ya smell
me? It's E feeze. Mutha fuckaz ain't understandin the signs of this I
cuss a mutha fucka out.
(*Eightball*)
Niggaz gonna be feelin what I'm revealin
tryin to do some healin, an at the same time make a million,
vibrate love an happiness in this ghetto maze,
hate us playaz got this ryhme stayin in a rage,
kill wit a pill, broke game like Nintendo,
three hours an fourty-four minutes straight to Frisco,
bumpin the Rappin, 4-Tayzee baby,
me an 40 Water in the big body Mercedez.
(*Rappin 4-Tay*)
Four hundred, five hundred V-12 black coupe,
none of my weebles wake that barkley comin out the roof,
choppin major game on the strength,
man we goes back juss like them splinters an 'em temps, uh
met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston,
said her profession was stackin major paper roll,
first at times it seems, gold credit cards we get that ass,
went from bennies to bossalini's, collectin cash,
they whistlin, I'm glistin like Sammy Davis,
born an raised in the Bay them hataz can't fade us,
I am the rapper that they call 4-Tay,
360 degrees, they can't fade the Yay, fool.
(*Eightball*)
Fuckin off in the Bay wit some crazy niggaz,
gettin drunk, gettin high so they saved ya nigga,
from the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountian,
in the "O" straight clownin,
talkin bout whats goin down an,
these niggaz feelin me,
soakin up the love I give,
nigga all of us got kids, an only got one life to live,
but sometimes that shit don't matta,
animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta,
splatta,
all over shit, an leave tricks motionless,
drinkin blood like I, an spittin fire like kiss,
the only nigga sick as this,
behind me,
is the gangsta, S-P-I-C-E.
(*Spice-1*)
Yeah smell me,
yo five albums in the game,
500 Benzo in my name,
five niggaz in a bucket,
five zig-zags to the brain,
to the greedy lil paper, I'm on the MTV news,
I'm havin slugs fo shistey niggaz, tryin ta give me the blues,
I ain't a mutha fuckin Italian,
but my crew run like the Mafia,
Eightball, 4-Tay, Banks, an 40 Water,
an me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle shit,
met a couple of inncidents where some niggaz tried to kill me,
juss a part of the game,
jelous niggaz out fo fame,
when steady bustin at me,
is to give no names,
but when they runnin up on this muthafuckin Don
they catchin pieces of hell,
hot slugs from a nigga that's fresh out on bail.
(*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,
Bank's rocks the beat,
I grab the mic an bust,
turn into a monster,
eatin weak mc's up,
smokin trees up,
pinnin hoes knees up,
feds wouldn't ease up,
had to put the keys up,
findin Jesus prayin fo the weak,
hopin somebody's on they knees prayin fo me,
in the midnight hour somewhere on them drugs,
in a room full 'o thugs, 40 tell em how it was.
(*E-40*)
They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992('92),
I keep goin back an play possum like I don't know who,
if I knew who, what, when, where an how,
if I knew back then, would I know now?
the rap game ain't never gonna be decreasin,
the only thing the rap game
gonna keep on doin is increasin(increasin),
there will be no over-night sensations,
them 40, Eightball, MJG, only drip
we been layin it down since trout season,
now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton,
in a white house wit toys of traction,
uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look,
you can find me in the Florida designs book,
the hall of game, is a 420 wit chrome rims all day(all day),
parked up on ???,
nigga this ain't none of that,
only reason I'm doin a song wit dude an 'em is cuz I want they region
recognize game, game recognize game.
Can't be no bigga pimp than me nigga.
(chorus x2)
360 degrees of game,
talkin bout game,
talkin bout game,
360 degrees of game,
wit hella bomb on the brain.



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Album: Lost Lyrics
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  1. A Long Way Home
  2. A Short Walk Down A Long Hallway
  3. Album Intro
  4. All In My Mind
  5. Alwayz
  6. Anotha Day In Tha Hood
  7. Armed Robbery
  8. Baby Girl
  9. Ballin' G's
  10. Black And Bruised
  11. Bleed By Yourself
  12. Boom Boom
  13. Break-a-bitch College
  14. Buck Bounce
  15. Burned Us Alive
  16. Champagne And Sleeping Pills
  17. Collard Greens
  18. Coma
  19. Coming Out Hard
  20. Cruzin
  21. Daylight
  22. Dead Rose
  23. Don't Flex
  24. Don't Make
  25. Fashion Show
  26. Five O Six A.M. Three/fifteen
  27. Forever
  28. Friend Or Foe
  29. Get It Crunk
  30. I Know U
  31. In The Wind
  32. Jankie
  33. Just Like Candy
  34. Last Night
  35. Lay It Down
  36. Let's Ride
  37. Listen To Me Now
  38. Look At The Grillz
  39. Mental Repression
  40. Mr. Big
  41. Niggaz Like Us
  42. No Mercy
  43. Nobody But Me
  44. Not Tonight
  45. On The Outside Lookin In
  46. One Hell Of A Prize Fighter
  47. Our Darkest Days
  48. Paid Dues
  49. Paradise City
  50. Paradise City (Guns N' Roses Tribute)
  51. Patricide
  52. Pimp 'n My Own Rhymes
  53. Pimp Hard
  54. Pimp In My Own Rhyme
  55. Pimps
  56. Pimps In The House
  57. Playerz Night Out
  58. Prelude To An Epic / Flowers For Ingrid
  59. Pretty Suicide
  60. Raping. Laughing. Tasting. Temptation
  61. Reason For Rhyme
  62. Relax And Take Note
  63. Russian Roulette With A Trigger Happy Manic Depressive
  64. Russian Roulette With A Trigger Happy Manic...
  65. Russian Roulette With A Trippy Happy Manic Depress
  66. Sacreligous Murder
  67. Sacrilegious Murder
  68. Shot Off
  69. Space Age 4 Eva
  70. Space Age Pimpin'
  71. Stop Playin Games
  72. Straght Cadillac Pimpin'
  73. Thank God
  74. The Critic
  75. The Notes Of My Reflection
  76. The Nothing
  77. The Streets
  78. The Sweetest Memory
  79. There Is Always
  80. Throw Your Hands Up
  81. Tonightless
  82. Truth Or Consequence
  83. Victim
  84. We Started This
  85. When It's On
  86. Who Can You Trust?
  87. Who The Fuck Killed John Lennon?
  88. Wine 'em, Dine 'em, Sixty-Nine 'em
  89. You Don't Want Drama
  90. Your Nightmare
  91. 360 Degrees
  92. All 4 Nuthin'
  93. Ball And Bun
  94. Bounce Wit Me
  95. Coffee Shoppe
  96. Down And Out
  97. Get Money
  98. I Don't Wanna Die
  99. Intro
  100. My First Love
  101. My Homeboy's Girlfriend
  102. Pure Uncut
  103. Put Tha House On It
  104. Put Your Hands Up
  105. Stompin' And Pimpin'
  106. Time

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