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lirik lagu 8ball - the greatest (feat. juvenile)

its a sign (x16)

[verse 1: juvenile]
doesn’t really matter where you from when you eatin’ wrong
& you ain’t got sh~t to sober yourself but your people strong
you’re doin somethin dirty so you leave ’em long
i know you doin bad & its hard for you to keep a phone
i was that person, hurtin’, either address it or its [?]
watchin’ these n~~~~s doin’ it big gunnin’ my person
i tightened my game now i got million dollar chains
i ain’t selfish my n~~~~s gettin’ the same
my grandfather used to say you better reap what you sow
wish he was here to see me tellin’ my seeds what i know
me & any n~~~~s poppin’ bottles celebratin’ we winnin’
we been at it for 30 years thats why we [?]
now try to c~ck block [?] your women
they don’t listen though they tell they b~tches stay in they feelin’s
you ain’t gon feel nothin from pickin’ on me one of the greatest
so accept it when you see those doors come up on the mercedes

[chorus]
smokin’ sticky cheese
give me the money please
you wanna run with g’s?
you want them car keys?
we sacrificed it all, we nothin’ like yall
we nothin’ but raw, greatest you ever saw
ghetto superstars, b~tches know who we are
money, hoes, & cars, 50 city tours
sacrificed it all, we nothin’ like yall
we nothin’ but raw, greatest you ever saw
[verse 2 8ball]
8 ways army bombin’ on the industry
n~~~~s who ain’t g it dont help if you pretend to be
real recognize fake n~~~~s don’t get f~cked with
fake n~~~~~s end up on the floor with they sh~t split
i’ma pour it out & bless to keep the lights on
faithful to my craft more than just fight songs
i ride along dreamin’ of the right song
write about life & hoes i done piped on
write about dreams that crumble like cornbread
write about my n~~~~s layin’ in the ground dead
we party hard smoke & drink away the bad thoughts
we hustle hard & try harder not to get caught
a black man tryin’ to eat like a white man
live white & live a white man lifestyle
we come from nothin’ less than 0 to 100 grand
our childhood hero had a pistol in his hand

[verse 4: juvenile]
i did [?] whips, cars, & get bars
ya boy juvey me & ball & strip stars
[?] with the strap so n0body get to chargin’
yall be runnin’ your mouth cause everybody ain’t ya boy
old playa ghetto n~~~~s pop that sh~t
[?] in the dirty where we bout that b~tch

its a sign (x8)

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