8ball - Poor Number lyrics

[Intro: Mr. Boy] KA, Eazy-E, MC Ren, DMX I she get home to home baby I need to [?] huh crazy motherf**ers [?] motherf**ers [?] say motherf**ers, yeah [Verse 1: KA] I'ma be first to [?] like Carly I'll bee's ah filling 'em faces of a k** 'em [?] Victim, [?] slaughter [?] f**ing no [?] criminal [?] briminal [?] f**ing row, f**ing row, [?] sh** [?] [Verse 2: Eazy-E] To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat Drag him by his ankles to the cemetery..... Shut the f** up n***a Cause you ain't seen sh** I'm 'bout to take this ???? and straight up grip I'm holding the neck of the devil and drink his blood Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root And now I'm mad insane, red as ???? as I strain for my heartbeat To thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst False alarms, and no harm that will commit to the E But now I'm down to an hour 23 Time is moving fast, but not that slow I thought I had an hour, but it's seconds left the go I ran into the office No more time is left [Verse 3: 8Ball] A natural fact, that I pimp tracks and freak around The game got cracks in them pipes, it's leaking town My lines blow your mind, your senses remain puzzled You're trying to give me props, but you can't, your mouth muzzled Attacked by the weight of the ba**, in your chest 8Ball, MJG, MC Ren, nevertheless Cause we's the most My real-a** lizards, let's make a toast And single out the busters and force them to get ghost And coast to coast We shows loves in network While some try to impress people, and get hurt Deep thoughts cloud my conscience as I curl Up in the corner on hand, and then I hurl Call my girl, tell her I'm drunk and can't make it I tried to drink the whole damn bar and couldn't take it That's all right [Verse 4: DMX] Look at all these off brand n***as Running around yapping about they be holding fingers as big as Jigga's That's that bullsh** Hope they know that around me talking about what you got will get you hit I'm not a nice person I mean I'd smack the sh** out you twice dog and that's before I start cursing I stay flipping One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a n***a, ripping That's my style I'm a cruddy n***a leave you all bloody n***a service with a smile s** my dick And while you n***as that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick Let's get it on baby You gonna be goin' against 4 n***as at once and you think I'm crazy? I've lost my mind And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time (BOOM!)