8Ball – Pure Uncut Lyrics

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Verse 1-(Silkk)

AHHHHHH! I kicks it off, nigga what rhyme wit no fuckin problem
Down wit them drama boys, an also Eightball
Understand I gotta plan, to get me some green
I stay in cruise like control, but bustaz fold like a bad poker hand
Now watch me shake this bitch up, like the dice games
See I'm always schemin tryin to get over niggas like left an right
Lanes
Different day same shit, I ain't playin bitch
Niggas still got a rusty four-five wit the same clip, an see
You can get wit this, or you can get wit that
You probably won't get wit this click, cuz um, this where the gangstaz
At
It's a real deal bitch, the real shit, there's no gimmiks
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up

Verse 2-(Buk)

Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up, you down to die
Cuz we too much for the industry to handle, we buck aside
Run it nigga nut wit yo five
I like to lease shit it's gettin leathal an I
You know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt
Drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work
Make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy
Adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys
Can't waste no time, it's first of my life an money
Now watch drama get bloody bloody, in ???
Gotta let you know that it's a cuttin up
An if you don't hundred guys, hundred girls gonna make you wish you
Hadn't stuttered

Verse 3-(Mystikal)

Slow down, they see me an say, THAT'S HIM
That's that bastard
An as soon as you start runnin up like it's hurtin ya
It's when I fuck ya fasta
Don't really wanna be like that, but I tell this bitch I be if I have
To
Shut this mutha fucka down, bend it backwards
Y'all already know where we at this is Suave House, it's like my house
An if you ain't down wit tha an No Limit, then ride out
Y'all hypin died down, its baskin an dried out
Sparks poppin from the ground it's commin out my mouth
Bitch don't get mad, go get yo bags an roll wit it
Or stay the fuck away from niggas you got no business
We don't give a fuck about nothin, we untouched
One-hundred percent pure shit, uncut

(Chorus x2)

Suave House, No Limit soldiers (x8)

(Eightball)
Real playaz
Wit nothin but this uncut
(Master P)
Down south fake hataz get tossed up
(Eightball)
Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust
World wide wit this pure uncut. UGHH!

Verse 4-(Pysde)

Here goes this potioness vocaless
Wit the motion of locus
An leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus
The de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands
The music them hittin shown to be known to livin in project housin
Towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy
Y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy
You suckaz hear til you make you feel me deeper than you
Some of these bitchez as cold as a Chicago at christmas an this is
A test to make 'em scroll from a brain of the ???
Ignorant mutha fuckaz that will get high an talk from ???
Inflict the sickness yeah for the paper, guess who after me
The Don limited an the fat mack gonna cut it after me

Verse 5-(Master P)

UGHHH! Chasin houses ride wit me
Real niggas an bitches get high wit me
I live the life of a No Limit soldier
I run wit pimps an dealaz, I thought I told ya
But we all about our piz-aper
That's why I jumped in the double O an hooked up wit Tony Draper
So handle bizze at the biz-house
It's all about No Limit an that.... Suave House
Gettin paid for the diz-ounds
Worth millions cuz we all about our piz-ounds
So how ya do dat there, make 'em say UGH!
Get rowdy, get bout it

Verse 6-(Eightball)

Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit
Don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart
Startin wit yo heart, we ain't hard shit
Dirty ass street nigga, stained an the scarin shit
An foreign shit, most hoes would kill to get wit
The Suave House, an them soldiers at No Limit
Niggas fear it cuz we strong an we black on
Green or brown, we be smokin til the sack gone
Tornados flows, blow away my foes
Hurracaine came, stormin on these hoes
Master P, Silkk, Mystikal an Psycho Drama
In the kitchen wit me cookin up this uncut

(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)
(Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)

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