2Nite (Don’t Do It)

By 8Ball

On Almost Famous

Released on November 20, 2001

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[Intro: 8Ball]

Ah yeah

Get down, yeah

Ah yeah, uh, uh

Get down, yeah, what they wanna do?

Ah yeah, yeah, what they wanna do?

Get down, what they wanna do?

Ah yeah, let's make a jack

Get down, from the back, uh


[Verse 1: 8Ball]

I was born in poverty, nigga runnin’ with them killers

Hard liquor drinkin' niggas, prostitutes and drug dealers

Real hoes, money-makin' pay-the-bill hoes

Suck a dick and even strap on dildos

Powder bag blowin’, syrup sippin', stick dippin'

On my knees, shootin' dice in my mama kitchen

Shiny silver packs seem to sell quicker than crack

Niggas get down on that brown and don't know how to act

The devil got him now and only God can bring him back

Evil spirits and empty pockets make a nigga react

Quick to take a nigga life before thinkin' about it

Anger management controllin' it and re-route it

Cinderella and that doj' got my mind cloudy

Come and fire, spray the Uzi when the club crowded

Outta the roof of the coupe, straight to the loot

Fuck a hoop, nigga, slab riders want proof


[Chorus: 8Ball]

(Ah yeah) We gon’ get crunk tonight

(Get down) If some niggas wanted funk tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon’ lay it down tonight

(Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight

(Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon’ lay it down tonight

(Get down) Then make some hoes clown tonight


[Verse 2: 8Ball]

Give me a reason, niggas murder and massacre for the cheese

Worthless bitches and coca leaves by the ki's

On the seas, players looking for powder traces and loot

Got tipped by a bird that used to fly in my coupe

Still tippin' with them twinkies and I keep my four-fifth and

Life-taker for them player fakers sniffin' and trippin’

Real is more than just a phrase niggas use in vain

People died and mothers everywhere felt the pain

Hard to explain how her baby head got blowed off

Parked in the red zone, and got his life towed off

Throwed off, you can label me the underboss

This is the only way I know to get my point across


[Verse 3: Koncrete]

Known to y'all as street shit, stripe's the game, twice the gain

Out against the grain, hood slang, slangin' hood thangs

Loadin' all that rhyme with a slanted ball cap

Totin' somethin' concealed, won't be revealed

Unless a nigga feels threatened about his

Over the years, it's been this way

Newsflash, look what they did today

Crime at every which-a-way

Now look again, same shit I'm seein' a different day

Differential time frame where everything is everything

Hella fellas on that yellow yellow hard, you know the deal

Narcotics slowly kills, oh yes, it will

And it is exactly like that down in that slum

Where you from when the clock strikes 12, hell yeah


[Chorus: 8Ball]

(Ah yeah) We gon' get crunk tonight

(Get down) If niggas wanted funk tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight

(Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight

(Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight

(Get down) Then make some hoes clown tonight


[Verse 4: Koncrete]

Lay it down, motherfucker, from L to the H

We must abate any nigga that wanna hate

These hoes want cake but we take it from 'em and break

Annihilate face with big Ball, we paper chase

We pull capes from Barber County to the Mound

Where we shine, don't frown, blaze a ounce and give a pound

Niggas drowned in this game, undertooken like old creeks

Shooken in these streets, layin' deep with cold feet

We hold heat, me and my creeps make niggas shiver

You want beef? Shovin' a piece against a liver

We head-splitters, grimey Ben Frank'-getters

Ain't waiting to bust your dome, my nigga, we keep it realer


[Verse 5: 8Ball]

Dark streets turn to war zones, a home for death

Rubbers for players, yeah, and a vest for the chest

Of niggas who start mess, make 'em change they address

A coward in public, behind doors, niggas wanna flex

Corny ass niggas sweating hoes, thinkin' they the shit

Catch 'em in the parking lot, pistol-whip them and they bitch

Drunk and we don't give a fuck about no witnesses

8Ball, fat boy, you niggas know who shit this is


[Chorus: 8Ball]

(Ah yeah) We gon' get crunk tonight

(Get down) When niggas wanted funk tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight

(Get down) And make some niggas clown tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' get buck tonight

(Get down) With hoes that wanna fuck tonight

(Ah yeah) We gon' lay it down tonight

(Get down) And make some hoes clown tonight


[Outro: 8Ball]

Uh, what they wanna do?

Yeah, what they wanna do? (Slab riders)

Uh, what they wanna do?

What they wanna do?

What they wanna do? (Make a nigga feel somethin')

What they wanna do? (Make a nigga feel somethin')

Uh, what they wanna do? (Make a nigga kill somethin')

Yeah, what they wanna do? (Make a nigga kill somethin')