M-Gang Da Shit (Kno’ Dat) 8Ball (Ft. Devius)

M-Gang da shit, kno' dat

[8Ball]
Eightball rollin, grind fo' the shine
A penny to a nickle, a nickle to a dime
A pen to the paper, then I got a rhyme
Get the mic bump it off, spill out my mind
Take a bite and swallow, my chain ain't hollow
You square like Lamont and I'm more like Rollo
Came up in the ghetto, black superhero
Big dude, e'rything I ride be a fo' do'
Stop for a photo, pose wit'cha hoe doe
Squeeze too tight and she might feel the fo' oh
In the truck solo with the tint for the cops
But if your boy dirty, I might not stop cause uhh

[Chorus 2X: 8Ball]
M-Gang da shit, kno' dat
8 Ways E-N-T on my back
Gimme that paper and see how we act
(Gimme gimme that paper and see how we act~!)

[Devius]
You see the big ol' wheels, you see that Rolls Royce grill
Brown skin deep, a pedicure and in them heels
Salvatore Ferragomo, that's how I step out
8 Ways M-Gang, this how I rep out
It's Ted DiBiase, tatted arm and hang
I know he hate to see perfection, better calm your man
Cause the steel right here, I'll peel right here
Let my bitch go home and I'll chill right here
Y'all niggas got the game so fucked up
I'm on some blessed shit, y'all get your luck up
24's under paint that's candy
Used to not like me, now they can't stand me
Rich got a rental baby duplex on it
Driveway was empty now there's two 'Vettes on it
Yup, laugh at my past, shades for my future
Bought my son a black Benz and my daughter she a Fusion