8ball - Unsolved Mysteries lyrics

(Children? Children Please be quiet children and listen to what I have to say) [ Eightball ] 1-2, n***a 1-2, n***a Yeah n***a Mic check, n***a Suave click in the motherf**in house Eightball the Fat Mack finna start this sh** off for the nine-fizzive Nahmsayin? Pump that sh** up, let's do this [ VERSE 1: Eightball ] 1-2-3, Mister BIG, pull a rhyme out of my mind And shoot it like a Glock-9 17 times Like Rakim I ain't no joke, here's the deal on the real n***a, watch out for that banana peel Slip and catch the same thing I put into the clip Out the other end Understand or should I come again? See, like Mac Mall I be sick wid this, so picture this My pockets spittin out much green sh** like The Excorcist I smoke so many trees Smokey the Bear is out to get me Ice cold soul drippin from my a**hole And I can't wipe it away cause this kinda funk is here to stay Just like an AK when I spray off all that's in my way Call me the Glock of Rap, now could this mean that I'm the best? Or would you rather wait to feel that hot sh** in yo chest? I pray to God hopin I won't be on the receiving end Cause them young punks be packin straps like that sh**'s a trend Now if I said I wasn't strapped I'd be a lyin man But where I'm from if I'm not strapped I be a dyin man Cause n***as snort that sh** like Superfly and get so high And when they a** out that sh** will make 'em do or die But me, I'm on that green sticky and that Hennessy 350 pounds of pimp n***a from Tennessee Eightball uncut from your ears to yo gut Peace to MJ f**ing G And now here's T [ VERSE 2: Tela ] ( ? ) hit that lobby, man, dead bodies, man Mr. Mike musta took his dick out, any shotty, man I see my n***a big Ball off that wall Like that Michael Jackson, what the f**, n***a happened? He says I'm late for the job, Suave Handle it, sh** candle lit was involved, nod My head up and down with no hesitation, God I'm seein clowns hangin from that gravition, I'm Thinkin n***as ain't playin in Texas Snap off these motherf**in necks like on The Excorcist Young and the Restless type of unsolved sh** South Circle's the clique, f**in Suave's the sh** b**h, and now I'm rollin with them Draper boys Tela makin paper, boy 5-0 beater, ain't nothin like sweeter, boy Slow down, damn, I'm askin them in a Maximum Hittin corners shakin, breakin down marijuana Eightball, you got them papers, make 'em take us to a cloud nine Six shots from a Tec-9 I'm f**in up, damn, here we go ( ?) stereo I think I'm shot, feeling cold as Siberia But Mr. Mike had his Mr. Mic, so And SuperMike flashed with kryptonite, I know It's lookin kinda shady But I got yo back, baby, with my .380 [ VERSE 3: Mr. Mike ] Now... I'm creepin around the backway Peepin the scenery, because these n***as can't be seein me He packs a Glock with an extra clip It's ma** hysteria, I'm darin ya to step when I drop my sh** As I annoint n***as to make my point, n***a Me gives a f** as I rock dis funky joint, n***a So bow yo head to the mastermind Cause everytime I recline some n***a's always after mine (Peace treaties) Naw, f** that (Why?) Cause n***as don't wanna act how they know they ought to act Back in the days when we used to sling ki's by the d-o-z's E-n-s, ooh, what a mess Best to leave me alone And I ain't Kane but b**h, Big Daddy's Home 24 hours a day I slay Pronounced dead, two to his head, he bled from an AK Unsolved mysteries, could it be Me and you, you and me gettin caught up in some f**ery? Luckily the switch didn't click and n***as didn't panic Now I'm stuffin white sh** in my attic Had it not been for the chip on my shoulder n***as that I communicated with would be older But it seems they all died And now the streets wanna f** and get stuck with that n***a Mike