Unsolved Mysteries South Circle (Ft. 8Ball & Tela)

(Children?
Children
Please be quiet children and listen to what I have to say)

[ Eightball ]
1-2, nigga
1-2, nigga
Yeah nigga
Mic check, nigga
Suave click in the motherfuckin house
Eightball the Fat Mack finna start this shit off for the nine-fizzive

Nahmsayin?
Pump that shit 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
Nigga, 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 shit like The Excorcist
I smoke so many trees Smokey the Bear is out to get me
Ice cold soul drippin from my asshole
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 shit 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 shit'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 niggas snort that shit like Superfly and get so high
And when they ass out that shit will make 'em do or die
But me, I'm on that green sticky and that Hennessy
350 pounds of pimp nigga from Tennessee
Eightball uncut from your ears to yo gut
Peace to MJ fucking G
And now here's T