Eightball & MJG - 360 Degrees lyrics

Weeblelations Weeblelations, testin', testin', testin', testin' Hey, turn my mic up, this a b**h, I got my dudes up in this mutha f**a That boy 8ball, 4-Tay, Speeze-weeze, Spice-weeze, ya smell me? It's E-feeze, mutha f**az ain't understandin' the signs of this I cuss a mutha f**a out n***az gon' 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 k** 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 Mercedes 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 b**h that was in Houston, said she was from Houston though Said her profession just was stackin' major paper roll First at times it seems, gold credit cards, we kiss that a** 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 f**in' off in the Bay wit some crazy n***az Gettin' drunk, gettin' high, so they saved ya n***a From the bottom of the stream to the top of the mountain In the 'O' straight clownin', talkin' 'bout what's goin' down An' these n***az feelin' me, soakin' up the love I give n***a, all of us got kids, an' only got one life to live But sometimes that sh** don't matta Animosity can lead we to ratta-tatta, splatta All over sh** leavin' tricks motionless Drinkin' blood like I been spittin' fire like kiss The only n***a sick as this behind me Is the gangsta, S P I C E (Yeah, smell me, yo) Five albums in the game, 500 Benzo in my name Five n***az 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 n***az, tryin' ta give me the blues I ain't a mutha f**in' Italian but my crew run like the Mafia 8ball, 4-Tay, Banks an' 40 Water An' me Bossalini, Freddy Chico, Chanelle sh** Met a couple of incidents where some n***az tried to k** me Just a part of the game, jealous n***az out fo' fame When steady bustin' at me is to give no name But when they runnin' up on this muthaf**in' Don They catchin' pieces of hell, hot slugs from a n***a That's fresh out on bail Long time comin', baby, somewhere off in the hills Me an' 40 Waters choppin' it up, keep or k** 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 d** In a room full 'o thugs, 40' tell 'em how it was They shot my mama's house up, back in 1992 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 gon' be decreasin' The only thing the rap game gon' keep on doin' is increasin' And there will be no over night sensations them 40, 8ball, 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 Up-percussion, 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 Parked up on [Incomprehehsible] n***a, 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 360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game 360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain 360 degrees of game, talkin' 'bout game, talkin' 'bout game 360 degrees of game wit hella bomb on the brain A-la, la, la A-la, la, la