Do You Really
8 Ball Lyrics


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Yeah it's time to get crunked up in this bitch
You know what I'm talkin' about
Yeah Eightball & MJG, for my real niggas
Layin it down ("Eightball, MJG") for all my real niggas
Yeah ("Eightball") Uhh ("MJG")
Let's get it crunk up in this bitch ("Eightball")
Where ya at? ("MJG")
Where ya at huh? Where ya at huh?
Where ya at? Where ya at huh? ("Eightball, MJG")
This for all them real gangsta-ass nigga
Yeah, for all them real, gangsta-ass bitches
Yaknowhamsayin? My brothers gettin money out here yaknowhamsayin?
("Eightball, MJG you know we can't be touched")
Real underground lovin muh'fuckers ("Eightball")
Get the club buck ("Eightball, M-J-G you know we can't be touched")
Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah

MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
Get fresh wit me nigga I'ma spoil it later
You'll float backside up in a swamp of gators
Then youse a snack-sized nigga, formerly a hater

Heavyweighters, street poetry creators
Double-barrel blast for you pimp game perpetrators
Cain't touch us, I know you wanna be us
Fake-ass rappers can't fuck wit what we bust

[Hook]
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! All my players, all my gangstas
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! Do you really wanna get buck?
Whoa! Do you really wanna get crunk?
Hey! All my hustlers, all my grinders

Roll through, one deep, heat in the waistband
Jealous-ass niggas might try and touch a made man
Crazy rap fans, followin' my rap van
Wanna get a hug, wanna shake a playa hand
Smoke somethin', I'm a fiend for the sticky green
My whole team keep it clean like a pinky ring
Hardcore like a scene in Cabrini Green
Plenty green get a young nigga anything
Excursion, Escalade with the big rims
Denim suits, soulja rag with my gold Timbs
Poppin' pills like a nigga eatin' M&M's
Shoppin' deals at the table wit the best of them
Leave the rest of them, way in the back
Weak-ass rappers get smoked like a sack
Fat Boy did that, didn't nobody help me
MJ to the G

Do you really wanna get buck?
Then tell the truth, I don't give a fuck
Each day is a blessin', I'm a live it up
Put ya best South fit in the cleaner
(Da-da-dun-da-dunnn) Hit the horn like Leana
I never seen a, party crunker than the one I'm in
Bitch pullin' contest we done won again
We hit the scene all the women start swarmin' in
I feel like I died, went to heaven and born again
Pimp tight, MJ fuckin' G
Death wish meant for anybody touchin' me
I'm a hit the dance floor with a attitude
Who's the killer now? Tell me who's the badder dude?
Who's the one who ain't afraid to let the bullets fly?
If you know you ain't gon' use it, why you pull it why?
Do you really wanna kill me and do time?
And leave ya kids and ya girlfriend left behind?

[Chorus]

Do you really wanna hit the sauna, with some bitches and marijuana?
Sailboats offa the beaches of California
Getcha game tighter as a fist and the ice that's on it
Y'all ain't crunker than us, ghetto performers
Street roamers, still keepin the heat on us
Corner on a nice day, nigga just thought I'd warn ya
Eightball and MJG, we the buckest
Dope shit nigga, roll us up in the Duchess

One of the hardest niggas that you will ever meet
Two of the hardest niggas to bust over beats
It's all real, never fantasy or incomplete
Incomplete emcees just can't compete
Hear defeat, I'm elite when I grab a sheet
Grab a pen and compose what my life hold
Fuck what a nigga stole I'ma still roll
Fifty deep, fifty feet from you weak hoes





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Do You Really" by 8 Ball is a no-holds-barred anthem for real gangsters and "gangsta-ass" individuals. The lyrics emphasize the tough and unapologetic attitude of the artists. They take pride in being part of the underground hip-hop scene and express their loyalty to their fellow real gangsters.


The first verse sets the tone, with Eightball and MJG hyping up themselves and their fans. They assert that they cannot be touched, especially by fake rappers who cannot match their skills and authenticity. The lyrics are laced with bravado and confidence, showcasing their status as heavyweight street poets and creators of raw music.


The chorus asks if the listener really wants to get "crunk" and "buck," which refers to getting hyped and rowdy. It appeals to all the players, gangsters, hustlers, and grinders out there who share the same mindset. The artists are addressing their core audience, encouraging them to embrace the wild and rebellious lifestyle that comes with the gangster persona.


In the second verse, MJG boasts about his dominance in the rap game while warning others about the consequences of crossing his path. He describes himself as a heavyweight, ready to deal with any challenges. The lyrics also mention his fondness for marijuana, material possessions like gold Timbs and big cars, and his willingness to stand up for himself against anyone who dares to oppose him.


The third verse continues to promote the artists' fearless and no-nonsense attitude. They question the authenticity of others who claim to be gangsters but may not have the courage or intention to back it up. They imply that they are ready to defend themselves at all costs and pose a dilemma to those who might be tempted to harm them. The lyrics emphasize the potential consequences of violence, like leaving loved ones behind.


In the final verse, the artists celebrate their success and lifestyle. They mention hanging out with "bitches" and using marijuana, highlighting the glamorous side of their gangster persona. They assert their dominance in the rap game, suggesting that no one can match their skills or authenticity. The lyrics also use metaphorical language to describe their strength and resilience in the face of challenges.


Overall, the song is an unapologetic declaration of the artists' allegiance to the gangster lifestyle. It showcases their pride in being part of the underground rap scene and their determination to succeed against all odds. The lyrics also touch on themes of loyalty, toughness, and the consequences of living a gangster lifestyle.




Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: CHADRON MOORE, MARLON J GOODWIN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH, Moore C., Premro Smith

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