8ball - Bottom 2 Da Top lyrics

Yeah, yeah that's what it is... [Hook] We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top We rise and fall, but the game don't stop We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top Real estate cars, and them big shiny rocks We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top Family first, f** with that and get popped We made it out the bottom, we reaching for the top We live and die, but the game don't stop [8 Ball] Fat boy k**er man, cut like a guillotine Off with a n***a head, my style ain't free Bloody body parts, pop hearts and stop breathing Nutty n***as only need a reason, reach under the seat and Grab the heat, and make that fire jump up out my window I bet them b**hes, won't be coming round here talking no mo' Ay yo, dirty lyrics bring out evil spirits I must be evil, wouldn't talk it if I didn't live it Wouldn't live it if I couldn't take it, please believe it Please believe, that if a n***a disrespect he bleeding I put that on them little n***as, at the crib I'm feeding Do whatever, trying to get the sh** that they be needing Touch the streets, and get my feet muddy For them dead presidents, pimp a hoe like Cuddy Like Bubba Sparxxx we get ugly, remember that For that bread n***as willing to go, to hell and back [Hook] [Lil' Keke] If your cash is mean, let me hear you scream and rush it Hood rich fake a** n***as, y'all gotta love it Get mine, battle the streets and keep it locked Loading and co*king Glocks, jamming slowed down Pac Twist it and make it pop, close it and open shop Bottom straight to the top, smoking on that Cali crop City that's do or die, k** you behind a lie Open the pigeon coop, and let the street birds fly Murder and racketeer, FED's won't disappear Push it and hit the gear, pray for another year Lifetime, and the click be rumbling Raised in the hood mayn, where the heads be tumbling Boys be stumbling, living in sadness Broke as f**, they can't shake the madness A savage, plus I don't give a damn Get rich and live it up, with the rest of the fam [Hook] [Kyleon] Gotta rise to the top, cause the bottom too crowded It's like crabs in a bucket, and they holding me down That's why I'm on the block with the rocket, I'm holding a pound Inside the booth spitting, he's controlling the sound And we controlling the town, got the keys to the city Rains trains or airplanes, I got the keys to the city It's k**a, Ball and Ke we CMG Custom Made Gangstaz, we CMG's It don't take a set of binoculars, to see we G's Got a eye for this do' n***a, so we see them G's And I done finally made it, cause I'm sick with the rap Spit lyrics like cold bro, I'm sick with the rap When the Glock start coughing, I'm sick with the strap Behind money, I'd make your face stick to your lap Gotta make it to the top bro, you can't deny my mail Cause I rap so well, they had to put my teeth in jail it's k**a [Hook]