Ei8ht Is Enuff

[Produced by Frank Dukes]

[Intro: Masta Ace]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.....one two, we ain't gotta spit sixteens on this

[Verse One: Masta Ace]

Aiyyo this the best thing that ever happened to rap

Since Big Pun was packin' a mac in the back of the Ac'

It's like gettin pulled over by police

With a loaded mag and duffle bag of crack in the back

Y'all in hot water, y'all crab motherfuckers it got too hot

In the pot ya got slaughtered

Your manager got sorted you got shorted

We turned around and put it out the blocks bought it

[Verse Two: Edo G]

Yo, I got rhymes and gats that I'm concealin

If rap is the floor, hip-hop is the ceiling

Led from jump, never was we trailin

Before you fight me, you better fight the feelin, nigga

Face it god, the base is broad

Edo is grimey, Ace is hard (PAUSE)

You can catch two Ls' like your name's James Todd

A & E, off, en garde, the hit squad

[Verse Three: Masta Ace]

Yo y'all dudes is similiar to cinema

Trained actors like Brad and Jennifer

But yo I got a flow like Angelina

And I'm a king like Billie Jean, promoter Don and Regina

We've been doin this as long as y'all been alive

So little boys keep your mouth shut when the men arrive

I look mean as a motherfucker when I drive

The chromed out black four fifty like ten to five

[Verse Four: Edo G]

You'll get bodied hard, so you better have a bodyguard

I get that green like Swiss chard

When the flames pop, you'll never gain props

When the game stops, and the chain pops

We gettin off at the same stop?

I can understand an ocean by lookin at a raindrop

We EVERYWHERE, you in a same spot

I'mma make it so you rappers never EVER namedrop

[Verse Five: Masta Ace]

Yeah your girl's on my wood like a hungry beaver

If she tellin you she home with a fever nigga don't believe her

She on top of me I'm underneath her

Cause your swag is illegal procedure like one receiver

Women hate a grown man with feminine traits

And your body gel, kinda smell like cinnamon grapes

Your shampoo's like Fruit Passion

You the ass in the Louis store, tryin to find some cute fashion

[Verse Six: Edo G]

Yo, you a no-show, and you won't blow

The people who know aren't talkin

The people who are talkin, don't know

You a hobo, you'll get ate/eight like ocho

By my vocals, I'm number one

Twist your wig like a cumberbund

This whole industry is troublesome

We pop rappers like bubble gum

Don't confuse A&E with the other ones

[Verse Seven: Masta Ace]

Yeah! When It's time to get wild on stage

I can spit eights like Lynn Swann, Alan Paige

Or maybe Randy Moss in his college days

When he was goin through that childish phase

But listen, what you witnessin is violent rage

Kind of like a lion that got out his cage

It's the underground sound that pays

Me and Crazy Eddie go together like Brown and Beige

[Verse Eight: Edo G]

The game a soap opera, "The Days of Our Lives"

Rappers talk shit, then they apoligize ("I'm sorry!")

No substance, hollow guys

That's why I do my 1-2 and don't follow lies

I'm wax, you Serato guys

You bullshit, and Edo is bonafied

My dogs sick 'em, get 'em, now they play victim

Ain't about them toys, it's about who playin wit 'em